I reached the bottom muddy and bruised about the elbows, but safe.
I lit the candle, made an examination of the rock, selected some specimens, and shouted to Boggs to hoist away.
No answer.
Presently a head appeared in the circle of daylight away aloft, and a voice came down:
“Are you all set?”
“All set-hoist away!”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Perfectly.”
“Could you wait a little?”
“Oh, certainly-no particular hurry.”