"Here I am!" he called out. "Where are you and what is the matter?"
"I am down the precipice," was the answer; "help me, for God's sake!"
Gyuri looked down, and saw a figure there in a black coat, but he could not see much of it, for it would have been dangerous to have gone too near to the edge.
"How did you manage to get down there?"
"I fell in yesterday evening," answered the man in the black coat.
"What! Yesterday evening! And can't you get out?"
"It is impossible, for there is nothing to hold on to, and if I catch hold of any projecting bits, they give way, and I fall back with them."
"You are in a bad way altogether! And has no one passed here since then?"
"No one comes this way. I was prepared for the worst when I heard the sound of blows in the neighborhood. Thank God you came! Help me if you can, good man, whoever you may be, and I will reward you!"
"I will help you of course with the greatest pleasure, but I must think first how to manage it. If I let down the trunk of a small tree could you climb up it?"