"It was Mr.Heritage that fund this road." Dickson and his guide squeezed themselves between the nose and the cliff up a spout of stones, and found themselves in an upper storey of the gulley, very steep, but practicable even for one who was no cragsman.

This in turn ran out against a wall up which there led only a narrow chimney.

At the foot of this were two of the Die-Hards, and there were others above, for a rope hung down, by the aid of which a package was even now ascending.
"That's the top," said Dougal, pointing to the rim of sky, "and that's the last o' the supplies." Dickson noticed that he spoke in a whisper, and that all the movements of the Die-Hards were judicious and stealthy.

"Now, it's your turn.

Take a good grip o' the rope, and ye'll find plenty holes for your feet.