“I have a rope here,” said the Professor; “but how are we to get it up to her?”
“Ysolt,” said Bleoberis, “if I throw you the end of a rope, do you think you can catch it?”
“I will try.”
Sir Bleoberis threw it. He threw it again. He threw it thirteen times, and then Ysolt contrived to catch it.
“What shall I do with it now?” she asked.
“Tie it fast to something; to the bed, or anything,” replied the Knight.
“Now what shall I do?” asked the maiden, when she had made the rope secure.
“Slide right down into the boat,” said the Professor.
“It would ruin my hands,” said Ysolt, mournfully.
“Make the attempt, and hold on tightly,” said Sir Bleoberis.