“Hadn’t we better get back?” said Josh at last.
“But how?” said Will despairingly.
“Rope,” replied Josh laconically. “Swarm up!”
Will laid his hand upon the slight cord his companion had knotted round his waist.
“I could not climb up that,” he said, “at any time. It’s impossible now.”
Josh whistled again and remained silent.
“Well, it is gashly thin to swarm up,” he said. “I never thought of that till now.”
“You did not think of getting back?” cried Will.
Josh rubbed the side of his nose with a bit of the rope.
“Well, no,” he said slowly; “can’t say as I did, lad. Seemed to me as you was in trouble, and I’d better come to you, and so I come.”