“But I wouldn’t mind, Ydoll,” said Joe, excitedly.
“I know that, but I’ll go first, and you help Sam Hardock.”
“Ay, you help me, my lad. I know’d he’d have the pluck to go down.”
“You’re sure of the rope, Sam?”
“Sure? There, don’t you go down if you’re afraid.”
“Who feels afraid?” cried Gwyn, hotly. “There, how’s it to be? Throw the rope down and slide?”
“No, no,” growled the man.
“Loop and sit in it?”
“Nay; I’m too fearful over you, my lad. But do you mean it?”
“Mean it? Yes, of course,” said the boy, flushing.