“Hank!” Sandy shouted. “Hello!”
“Sandy!” came a voice. “Mike! Are you all right?”
“We’re fine!” Sandy yelled.
“Where are you?”
“Up here!”
“That’s a big help!” Hank’s voice was tinged with sarcasm. “Where’s ‘up here’?”
“He’s got a point,” Sandy muttered sheepishly. “Do you have a handkerchief, Mike?”
“I think so.” Mike fumbled in his pocket. “Here.”
Quickly Sandy tied the white handkerchief to the forward sight of the gun and poked it out over the ledge. “Can you see that?” he yelled. “I’m waving a handkerchief.”
After a minute or two there was an excited shout from below. “I’ve got you! How’d you two ever manage to get up there?”