He seized the crowbar, and after much manœuvring he passed it through the iron handle of the box, and rested the point against the side of the fissure.
"Haive now, Jasper," he grunted.
I did as he bade me. The box freed itself from the sides of its resting-place.
I had nothing but the weight of the casket to lift now, so I caught the handle again. The thing was ponderously heavy, but I drew it to the top of the fissure, and laid it on the rock called the Devil's Point.
"Ho! ho! ho!" yelled Eli, like one frenzied.
As for me, I was nearly mad with joy.
"My beauty," I said, fondling the box, "I see Pennington in you, I see Naomi's joy on you. You make me free, you make me independent. I love you, I do—I love you!"
"Laive us drag un away from the Devil's Point," cried Eli; "Hell's Mouth is too close to plaise me."
So I placed my arms around it and prepared to carry it from the rock, and away from the inky waters that curled and hissed in the "Devil's Mouth." No sooner had I lifted it from the ground, however, than I let it fall again.