He could but just make out the figure of Rabda, seemingly already higher than the top of the bungalow.
Gradually it became more and more indistinct.
"You are there, Rabda ?" her father said.
"I am here, father!" and the voice seemed to come from a considerable distance.
Again and again the question was asked, and the answer became fainter and fainter, although it sounded as if it was a distant cry in response to Rujub's shout rather than spoken in an ordinary voice.
At last no response was heard.
"Now it shall descend," the juggler said.
Two or three minutes passed, and then Bathurst, who was staring up into the darkness, could make out the end of the pole with the seat upon it, but Rabda was no longer there.

Rapidly it sank, until it stood its original height on the ground.
"Where is Rabda ?" Bathurst exclaimed.
"She is here, my lord," and as he spoke Rabda rose from a sitting position on the balcony close to Bathurst.
"It is marvelous!" the latter exclaimed.

"I have heard of that feat before, but have never seen it.

May I take up that piece of wood ?" "Assuredly, sahib." Bathurst took it up and carried it to the light.

It was undoubtedly, as he had before supposed, a piece of solid wood.