For the men began to play with one another as they drank from the bucket; pushing each other's heads therein, and the helm of one fell off and fled past us to the bottom; and some words passed pretty roughly.

And after they had done quarrelling they crowded over the trapdoor, as one might know by the darkening of the shaft.

Then one saw the helm, for it was of leather, iron bound, and had fallen rim upward, so that it floated.

Now one was going to swarm down the rope to get it, but as he swung the rope to him, the bucket swayed in the water under the helm, and he saw that it did so.

Whereon he wound both up, and they too went away.
"That was a lucky chance!" I whispered.
"No chance at all, my son; that was surely done by the same Hand that sent you here to warn us," answered the prior.