“I should expect you to manage it,” she persisted.
“But no woman has ever done it.”
“I will make the record.” And, turning to Ruth: “You are not afraid?”
“No, I am not afraid,” said the girl bravely, though she acknowledged to me afterwards that while she was not afraid of anything where her own skill was called in question, such as mountain-climbing, or even puma-hunting, she did not joyfully anticipate swinging between heaven and earth on that incline. “I will go,” she added, “if my father will let me. ... May I?” she continued, turning to him.
Perhaps something of the father’s pride came up in him, perhaps he had just got some suspicion that between his daughter and Mrs. Falchion there was a subterranean rivalry. However it was, he gave a quick, quizzical look at both of them, then glanced at Roscoe, and said: “I’ll make no objections, if Ruth would like to introduce you to Phil. And, as Mrs. Falchion suggested, I’ll ‘turn the crank.’”
I could see that Roscoe had a bad moment. But presently he appeared to me perfectly willing that Ruth should go. Maybe he was as keen that she should not appear at a disadvantage beside Mrs. Falchion as was her father.
A signal was given, and the cage came slowly down the cable to the mill. We could see Boldrick, looking little bigger than a child at the other end, watching our movements. At the last moment Mr. Devlin and Roscoe seemed apprehensive, but the women were cool and determined. I noticed Mrs. Falchion look at Ruth curiously once or twice after they entered the cage, and before they started, and what she saw evidently gave her a higher opinion of the girl, for she laid her hand on Ruth’s arm suddenly, and said: “We will show these mere men what nerve is.”
Ruth nodded, then ‘bon voyage’ was said, and the signal was given. The cage ascended at first quickly, then more slowly, swaying up and down a little on the cable, and climbing higher and higher through the air to the mountain-side. What Boldrick thought when he saw the two ascending towards him, he expressed to Mr. Devlin later in the day in vigorous language: what occurred at his but Ruth Devlin told me afterwards. When the cage reached him, he helped the two passengers out, and took them to his hut. With Ruth he had always been a favourite, and he welcomed her with admiring and affectionate respect.
“Never b’lieved you could have done it, Miss Devlin—never! Not but what I knew you weren’t afraid of anything on the earth below, or the waters under the earth; but when you get swinging there over the world, and not high enough to get a hold on heaven, it makes you feel as if things was droppin’ away from you like. But, by gracious! you did it like an eagle—you and your friend.”
By this time he was introduced, and at the name of Mrs. Falchion, he cocked his head, and looked quizzically, as if trying to remember something, then drew his hand once or twice across his forehead. After a moment he said: “Strange, now, ma’am, how your name strikes me. It isn’t a common name, and I’ve heerd it before somewhere—somewhere. It isn’t your face that I’ve seen before—for I’d have remembered it if it was a thousand years ago,” he added admiringly. “But I’ve heard some one use it; and I can’t tell where.”