"Bram will have to take it to see his way down the stairs, I'm afraid, but I'll stay and talk to you, if that will do."
"No, no; help Bram; never mind me."
Bram scrambled halfway down the steep descent; then he turned and came back.
"Dizzy, old fellow?" asked Frank as he saw his pale face.
"No, but it's no use; I can't get near her. She is hanging someway in that broken hemlock right over the fall. Where's Stannie?"
"Gone back to Tanner's. I believe I had best do as she said, and run on to the mill."
Almost with the words Frank sprang away.
Bram leaned over as far as he dared, holding the lantern down:
"Can you see the light, Marie darling?"
"Yes," was the answer.