Our chiefest fear was that the piano might get badly placed or that the balance of the raft might prove untrue, the whole business would topple over and the piano would be dispensing nautical airs to the mermaids at the bottom of Golden Crescent Bay. Jake's work stood the test valiantly, and, with the hooks and rings he had fixed into the logs at convenient distances, we lashed the instrument so firmly and securely that nothing short of a hurricane or a collision could possibly have dislodged it. Miss Grant stood by some fifteen yards away, watching the proceedings interestedly, and anxiously as I thought; but not a word did she utter to show that she had anything but absolute confidence in our ability. Finally, they cast our ropes off, and Jake and I, with our four oars, manned our larger rowing boat and headed for shore. It was hard pulling, but we ran in on the off side of the wharf, directly in line with the rocks at the back of which Miss Grant's bungalow was built,--all without mishap. Despite the great help of the piano-truck, Jake and I, strive as we liked, were unable to move the heavy piece of furniture from the raft. We tugged, and pulled, and hoisted, but to no purpose, for the wheels of the truck got set continually between the logs. Once, I went head over heels backward into the water; and once Jake tripped over a cleat and did likewise. "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. I knew, in the ordinary course, that our troubles would only be beginning, but I had figured out that the only possible way to get over this difficulty of the rocks was to erect a block and tackle to the solid branch of a tree which, fortunately, overhung the face of the cliffs. In half an hour, we had all secure and ready for the attempt. I worked the gear, while Jake did the guiding from below. When we had the piano safely swung, it took our combined strength and weight to bring it in on top of the rocks. After that, it was simply a matter of hard work.