“Ahoy!” came up from below as faintly as the cry which evoked it.
“I can’t see him,” said Hardock, shading his eyes as he peered down.
“No; he must be under one of the blocks that jut out.”
“Ay and all hings over, or he’d ha’ climbed up. Now, my lad, what’s to be done? Will you go down?”
“Yes, of course; but knot me fast this time, Sam.”
“Ay, my lad, I will. You trust me.”
“I will, Sam,” said the boy, calmly. Then he strained outwards, put both hands, trumpet fashion, to his lips, and shouted,—
“Ahoy! Coming down.—Hardock, look! I can see him.”
“Eh? Where? I can’t see nought.”
“There, nearly straight under us, about half-way down—look!”