From amid a tuft of cotton grass which bore it up out of the slime some dark thing was projecting. Holmes sank to his waist as he stepped from the path to seize it, and had we not been there to drag him out he could never have set his foot upon firm land again.
Holmes schylił się, aby go podnieść, przyczem pośliznęła mu się noga; gdybyśmy go nie podtrzymali, byłby wpadł w to błoto bezdenne.