But this was all momentary, and he was recalled to himself by the voice of Hardock.
“I say, lad, hope this ladder’s strong enough for all three. Now, then; what’s next? Will you tie the rope round him and cast him free?”
Gwyn made no reply. His lips parted, and he strove to speak, but not a word would come.
“D’yer hear?” said Hardock. “I say, will you make the rope fast round him?”
“Below there!” came from above. “Make the rope fast round Joe’s chest—tight knots, mind, and send him up first. Be smart!”
“All right, sir,” shouted back Hardock, as he took hold of the rope swinging close to his hand. “Now, then, Master Gwyn, don’t stand there such a gashly while thinking about it. Lay hold and knot it round him. They’ll soon draw him away from under you.”
Gwyn uttered an inarticulate sound, but only wedged his arms out more firmly.
“Ready?” came from above in the Colonel’s voice.
“No, nothing like,” roared Hardock. “Hold hard. Now, my lad, look alive. Don’t think about it, but get hold of the rope, and draw it round his chest. Mind and not tie him to the ladder. Steady, for it’s all of a quiver now.”
Still Gwyn made no sign.