"When you threw me into the well. How could you do such a dark deed? What had I done that you should seek to murder me?"
"How did you get out?" asked Rudolph, giving way to curiosity.
"I climbed out."
"How?"
"By means of the wall that lined the well. Finally I got hold of the rope."
"So that was the way, was it? I ought to have made surer of your fate."
"How could you do that?"
"By throwing some rocks down on you," answered the tramp, with a malignant frown.
"I am glad I have not such a wicked disposition as you, Rudolph," said Tony, looking at him fixedly.