Now, gradually, the first horror passed. It was too intense a feeling to endure. The delay of their fate made them calmer, and brought back presence of mind; for the beam moved no more--it fell not--perhaps it might remain as it was, threatening them, but doing no more than that. This respite from their doom thus brought them back to themselves, and made them search eagerly the sides of the pit as they looked up. “I wonder if we can’t climb it, thin,” said Pat. “I’m afraid not,” said Bart, in a dejected tone. “Sure an there’s no harrum in given it a thrial,” said Pat; and, as he said so, he laid his hands upon the staying around the hole. Scarce had he done this, than he was aware of a difference between the staying here, and that which was higher up. Bart, also, who had done as Pat had done, and tried to find some way of climbing, noticed the same thing. Had the staying below been like that above, the question of their escape would very soon have been settled by such practised climbers as these two; but, unfortunately, there was a very important difference. Above, the staying had been made of stout planks and deals, and these were far enough apart to have served for grasping by both hands and feet. They would thus have afforded an actual ladder. Below, however, it was very different. The staying of the sides of the pit was made, not of planks, which could be grasped by the hands, but of round logs, which the hands could not hold, though the feet could insert themselves well enough in the interstices. These logs rested closely one upon the other, nor was there any way by which the hands could pass between them or around them so as to grasp them. This, then, was the discovery that Bart and Pat made the moment that they tried their hands at climbing; and thus the first plan of escape which had suggested itself was baffled most completely. “If we only had the planks!” sighed Bart: “but these round logs give no chance.” Pat made no reply. Bart then tried to climb at the corner, for here there would be more advantage to the feet, since the sides, being at right angles, would afford an easier foothold. But, though it was easier for the feet, it gave no greater help to the hands than before. Still, there were the round logs; nor was there at the angle formed by the sides any spaces sufficient to receive the hand and afford a hold. “If we cud only get up as far as the rope,” said Pat, “it might give us a help, so it might.” “What! when that beam is hanging there? Why, if you touched that rope the beam would come down.” “Sure an I forgot that for the moment, so I did,” said Pat, dejectedly. “Strange we didn’t notice that the beam was rotten,” said Bart, mournfully. “It looked sound enough.” “It looked as sound as a nut, so it did; and how it managed to howld on till I jarked it bates me intirely, so it does.”