“All right.”
“Lower it down.”
“What?—the stone?”
“Yes. Quick.”
Directly after, there was a rattling and falling of tiny bits of shale, which went on as Samson shouted—
“She won’t come no farther.”
“Draw the line and start it again.”
Samson started the stone after hauling it up a bit, and this time it glided out of the angle in which it had rested, increased its speed, bringing down quite a shower of shale, and then there was a dull thud.
“That’s it, Samson. I’ve got it.”
“Good job, for there ain’t much more.”