Not only that, but the weight was good and heavy.
It was more than Old King Brady wanted to do to pull it up alone.
Alice took hold to help.
Whatever the weight was they could hear it striking the sides of the narrow shaft with a peculiar dull thud.
It both felt and sounded like a human body, and it made Alice fairly sick, for, of course, she could not help thinking of Harry.
"Here! You let go! You'll faint next," muttered Old King Brady.
He was able to read her thoughts.
Indeed, Alice was as white as a sheet.
"Oh, Mr. Brady, do you think it can be poor Harry?" she gasped, continuing to pull.
"Nonsense! Nonsense!" retorted the old detective.