"Now," said Job, in a whisper, "stand on tiptoe till you feel the wire."
The captain did so.
"Got it? Pull it down and climb."
The captain, without hesitation, did as he was commanded, and as his feet left the tomb felt the wire drawn up.
Slowly and carefully, for it was a perilous undertaking, he ascended, helped thereto by the knots and projections which had been made in the slender rope.
When he had reached what seemed to him a terrific height, he heard Job's voice below.
"Hold tight, and when your feet touch, give way."
Then the rope, moved by some agency over which Job had control below, commenced to swing to and fro, and the captain, with one leg extended, felt his feet touch the narrow ledge.
Presently he heard Job beside him, and the man's cool, audacious grin in his ears.
"It bean't a lady's staircase, be it?" he said; "but it answers the purpose, and cuts off the communication. Now follow me, steady, and remember that a false step is death."