INGOLF (looks at him in astonishment). What are you saying?
STEINDOR. But why has she made the rope so taut? (He is amazed.)
INGOLF. What is the matter?
STEINDOR. Hadda Padda is standing on her head in the air.
STEINDOR. She is bracing her feet against the rock. Look out! (Ingolf braces his feet against the sides of the hole. Steindor gets up.)
INGOLF. Stay where you are, and tell me—I'll raise her up in a moment, [He pulls the rope with all his strength. A moment later he is dragged prostrate, out to the edge.]
STEINDOR (runs to him, catching hold of him). Great God! Is she insane? I wouldn't have suspected this.
INGOLF (in a low voice). Where does she get that strength from?
(The rope is pulled still more violently than before; they are both dragged forward. Ingolf rolls on his back, using all his power to draw up the rope.)