INGOLF. It is strange how the rope slides out of my hands. It is as if a living worm were boring out through them.
STEINDOR (calls). Hadda Padda!
THE VOICE OF HADDA PADDA. Yes.
STEINDOR. She is flying down... Now the rope is turning... It is strange to see some one else lowered down.
INGOLF. Is it still turning?
STEINDOR. Now it is turning to the other side.—Hadda Padda!
THE VOICE OF HADDA PADDA (just audible). Yes.
STEINDOR. Lower her faster, it amuses her. She waved her hand to me.
INGOLF. She waved her hand to you?
STEINDOR. Oh, she lost the spade.