The girls peered downward and saw only a black, shining surface, with a shadowy reflection of themselves.
"Well, I've had enough of it," said Marjorie; "now, how are we going to get back again?"
"I don't know," said Molly, slowly, as if the idea had just occurred to her; "honest, Marjorie, I DON'T know."
Marjorie looked dismayed, and, indeed, so did Molly herself.
"You see," Molly went on, feeling as if she were responsible for the situation, "I forgot you're so much heavier than I am. You know the two buckets balance each other."
"Not when one is full and one is empty."
"No; but THEN there is somebody at the top to pull them up. If Carter or anybody was up there, he could pull one of us up."
"Yes, and let the other one go down in the water!"
"No; when one of us was nearly up, he could put the stick in the chain, like you did."
"Well, Carter isn't up there; I wish he was. We might scream for him, but, of course, he couldn't hear us from way down here."