The end of the rope had nearly been reached when a short sharp whistle from below and a slacking off of the weight told them that he had gained the goal and found for himself a foothold.
"Hey, up there," he called softly after several minutes of aggravating silence.
"Yes," answered Frank quickly, lying down on his stomach and peering over the edge. "What is it?"
"I've made the lariat fast around his waist. Pull him up then send the rope down for me. He can't help himself—"
"Who can't—who is it—do you know him?"
"It's Jess," came the answer faintly from the dark pit below.
"Pull boys, it is Jesse," exclaimed Frank springing up more excited than they ever had seen him before.
"Is—is he dead?" asked Comanche apprehensively.
"I don't know. Don't stop to ask questions now, but pull."