And her face disappeared from the disc of daylight.
At last! Help was forthcoming, and I breathed more freely.
I suppose about five minutes must have elapsed before I saw above me the heads of two men in golf-caps, peering over the edge of the well.
"Hulloa!" cried one in a refined voice, "what are you doing down there?"
"Doing!" I echoed, "you should come down and see!" I said with some sarcasm. "But, I say! Send me down a rope, will you? I'm a prisoner here."
"Have you been thrown in there?" asked the voice. "This lady says you have."
"Yes, I have. I'll tell you a strange story when you get me out."
"All right!" exclaimed the other. "Hold on! We'll go over to the farm and get a rope. Why, I was here half-an-hour ago, and never dreamt you were down there. Hold on!"
And the two faces disappeared, their places being taken by the silhouette of the girl.
"I say!" I cried. "Where am I? What do they call this place?"