Arriving within a foot or two of the wall, he saw that he was some little distance below the level of the passage, and the free end of the pole, now almost perpendicular, was swaying terribly. How was he to get up? There was no projection from the side of the shaft which he could grasp, and it seemed that at any moment the pole might slip off into the gulf, carrying him with it. His arms were aching with the unaccustomed strain; not much longer could they sustain the weight of his body. Groping with his toes on the sheer face of the shaft, he managed to get a slight purchase with one foot. In another moment he obtained a little better grip with the other, though in so doing he had to spread-eagle himself. Now, with his double purchase on the wall, he was able to relieve the weight on his hands, and take breath for the final effort. The lessening of the strain on the pole reduced the angle of inclination of its free portion to the floor. Dick worked his way inch by inch along; then, drawing his body upwards, he swung his leg over the pole, gripping it firmly with his hands, and in a few moments was able to reach out and grasp the free portion above the brink and haul himself on to the floor. He flung himself face downward to rest, gasping a murmur of thankfulness. Sam at the other end, though he had at first closed his eyes, opened them almost immediately, unable to resist the fascination of that perilous crossing. He shuddered when he saw the pole bend and sway under Dick’s weight, and pressed his lips hard together so that he should not cry out as the further end rose higher and higher from the level. When Dick had safely landed, Sam was too much overcome with emotion to utter a sound. He rubbed the chill moisture from his face and waited. Presently Dick got up, rekindled the candle, which had been extinguished when he threw himself down, and called across. "Now ’tis your turn, Sam. You will have an easier passage than I. Drive a couple of staves into the ground and lash the pole to them. I’ll hold it firm on this side, so that it will not sway so much as when I crossed." "No; I can’t do it; I’m all of a sweat," said Sam. "Come, come! you’ll not give in, surely." "Iss, I woll, cheerful. Never could I sink my legs into that gashly hole. It do put me in mind of poor fellers dangling on the drop in Bodmin jail. No; there bean’t meat enough in my inside to give me sperit for it, and here I’ll bide—I don’t care who the man is—till you finds a gangway." "But you’ll be left in the dark. This is the last candle." "You won’t make me afeard if you try. Here I be safe; not a soul can get to me across this hole; and dark or light, I bean’t the man for sech a deed. I be truly sorry to leave ’ee, Maister Dick, but you’d rayther see me sound in all my members than here a bit, there a bit." "Very well. You’ve lost your nerve, that’s clear. Shy over my boots, will you?"