'D'ye mean mutiny?
'Oh, shut up!' said Doon, bitterly.

'No one's goin' t' mutiny, but there ain't no fun campin' here.' McKnight relented.
'All right,' he said, 'come down if you wanter.

S'pose you'll on'y be makin' some kind of a row 'f I leave you.' Jacker put the growth aside carefully, and going feet first gradually disappeared.

Within there in the formless darkness he stood upon a ladder made of the long stem of a sapling to which cleats were nailed.

The sapling was suspended in a black abyss.