“Not there, certainly; failure means death in the sea!” said I.
“I suppose so,” reluctantly assented Regan.
“If by any means we could attach a rope to that central peak of rock!” said Isabella. She was always so intensely interested in anything that Regan wished to do!
In a few minutes Regan sprang to his feet.
“Isabella, I have thought how I can get there!” he said.
“How?” we asked in a breath.
“With ropes and kites!” he replied.
Then for weeks we busied ourselves in making heavy vine cables and strong, light cords. We made, also, with the utmost pains to have them exactly alike, two huge bark kites.
How like child’s play it seemed, I thought, as with diligence, day after day, we devoted our whole time to this petty work.
But why not play? What better were we than children in this land where we looked vainly for any sign of the existence of those people who had lighted the fire on the circle of stones?