“No,” replied Frank.
Then his eye caught sight of the rope which had been thrown into the pit after them.
He picked it up.
Just over the passage of the upper level a cross beam was visible.
“Here, Barney!” said Frank, handing the rope to the Celt. “You have learned the trick of throwing the lasso.”
The Celt’s eyes danced.
“Shure an’ I have that, Misther Frank!” he cried. “An’ I’ve not forgotten it aither.”
Barney coiled the long rope carefully and made a turn about a small stone to give it increased weight.
Then he steadied himself and flung it up into the air.
Up, up it went, uncurling as it rose and high above the beam.