"All we need, Jake," I remarked, "is about one hundred and fifty pounds more leverage."
Miss Grant heard and jumped out of her boat.
"Mr.—Mr. Bremner,—could I lend you that extra hundred and fifty pounds or so?"
I looked at her. She was all willingness and meekness; the latter a mood which I, even with my scant knowledge of her, did not altogether believe in.
"Sure, miss," put in Jake. "Come on, if you ain't skeered o' soilin' your glad rags."
She waited for my word.
"I am sure your help would be valuable, Miss Grant," I said. "It might just turn the trick in our favour."
She scrambled up the rock and returned in half a minute with a pair of stout leather gloves on her hands. She jumped up on to the raft and lent her leverage, as Jake and I got our shoulders under the lift.
Bravo! It lifted as easily as if it had been a toy. All it had required was that little extra aid.
We three ran it clear of the raft, down on to the beach, over the pebbles and right under the rocks.