“Throw the rope down again, Marsovino!”
“What for? Are there three treasure boxes?”
“You will see.”
As soon as the end of the rope touched the floor of the room, Pinocchio tied it around his waist. “Now pull!” he called.
Marsovino pulled, and in a second Pinocchio stood on the bridge.
“I really had no wish to return by those dark dusty stairs,” he laughed, seeing Marsovino’s look of wonder.
CHAPTER XV
At last the two had done their duty. The treasure was theirs. All that remained now was to go back to Tursio with it.