“Look! Look!” cried Oliver, “it is moving;—the rope is not so slack! They are tightening it. How much tighter it is than I could pull it! That must be Ailwin’s strong arm,—together with Roger’s.”
“But still I never can creep across that way,” declared Mildred. “I wish you would not try. Oliver. Do stay with me!”
“I will not leave you, dear: but we do not know what they mean us to do yet. There! Now the rope is shaking! We shall see something. Do you see anything coming? Don’t look at the flashing water. Fix your eye on the rope, with the light upon it. What do you see?”
“I see something like a basket,—like one of our clothes’ baskets,—coming along the line.”
It was one of Mrs Linacre’s clothes’ baskets, which was slung upon the rope; and Roger was in it. He did not stay a minute. He threw to Oliver a line which was fastened to the end of the basket, with which he might pull it over, from the window to the tree, when emptied of Roger. He was then to put Mildred into the basket, carefully keeping hold of the line, in order to pull it back for himself when his sister should be safely landed. Ailwin held a line fastened to the other end of the basket, with which to pull it the other way.
Oliver was overjoyed. He said he had never seen anything so clever; and he asked Mildred whether she could possibly be afraid of riding over in this safe little carriage. He told her how to help her passage by pulling herself along the bridge-rope, as he called it, instead of hindering her progress by clinging to the rope as she sat in the basket. Taking care not to let go the line for a moment, he again examined the knots of the longer rope, and found they were all fast. In a few minutes he began hauling in his line, and the empty basket came over very easily.
“How shall I get in?” asked Mildred, trembling.
“Here,” said Oliver, stooping his back to her. “Climb upon my back. Now hold by the tree, and stand upon my shoulders. Don’t be afraid. You are light enough. Now, can’t you step in?”
Feeling how much depended upon this, the little girl managed it. She tumbled into the basket, took a lesson from Oliver how to help her own passage, and earnestly begged him to take care of his line, that nothing might prevent his following her immediately. Then came a great tug, and she felt herself drawn back into the darkness. She did not like it at all. The water roared louder than ever as she hung over it; and the light which was cast upon it from the fire showed how rapidly it was shooting beneath. Then she saw Oliver go, and throw some more chips and twigs on the fire; and she knew by that that he could see her no longer. She worked as hard as she could, putting her hands one behind the other along the rope: but her hands were weak, and her head was very dizzy. She had had nothing to eat since breakfast, and was quite tired out.
While still keeping her eyes upon Oliver, she felt a jerk. The basket knocked against something; and it made her quite sick. She immediately heard Ailwin’s voice saying, “’tis one of them, that’s certain. Well! If I didn’t think it was some vile conjuring trick, up to this very moment!”