“Anything more?” asked he, from below.
“I reckon that will be enough,” said Jude, looking down at him. “It’ll take us all our time to carry them to the boat, and if Satan ain’t satisfied he can come and fetch some more himself.”
“Then drop the rope; I want to get out.”
Jude, kneeling at the cache edge, lowered the rope gingerly. He reached up, and was just about to seize the loose end when it eluded him.
“Why don’t you catch hold?” asked Jude.
“I can’t. How could I when you pulled it up again. Go on, drop it and don’t play the fool.”
“Who’s playin’ the fool?”
“You are.”
The rope, instead of descending again, was hauled right out of the cache. Then a face appeared, looking down and framed against the sky. He had forgotten the snub he had given her on the beach, but she hadn’t.
“D’y’r’member what you said down there on the beach?” asked Jude.