“Oh, Smoke! Smoke!”
“Hello, Joy Gastell!” he called back. “Where'd you drop from?”
“Are you hurt?”
“Not even any skin off!”
“Father's paying the rope down now. Do you see it?”
“Yes, and I've got it,” he answered. “Now, wait a couple of minutes, please.”
“What's the matter?” came her anxious query, after several minutes. “Oh, I know, you're hurt.”
“No, I'm not. I'm dressing.”
“Dressing?”
“Yes. I've been in swimming. Now! Ready? Hoist away!”