I glanced round, and there was the beautiful garden all flowers and fruit, with the glorious sunshine over all.

Below me that terrible pit with the falling whispering water, and a chill seeming to rise out of its depths.
As I looked I saw Shock coming towards us at a run, as if he divined that something was the matter, and the sight of him made me think of Mr Brownsmith's garden and my happy life there, and I gave a low sob as my eyes filled with tears.
I tell you I felt horribly frightened, and all this that has taken so long to describe seemed to pass in a flash--almost as I started from gazing down the well to my feet.
"Tie the rope round me," I said huskily.

"You can pull me up if I fall." "Well done, young un!" shouted the plumber, catching up the coil of rope.

"I like pluck, I do." "You stand aside," cried Ike, snatching the rope from him and giving him a rough thrust with his elbow.

"I'll do this here." He ran the rope rapidly through his hands, and secured one end about my chest.
Then he made a running noose at the other end.
"Look here," he cried.