permanently out of kilter after this complicated and violent scramble, when he became aware that the lateral slant was gradually lessening. A moment later he and his two companions had loosed their hold and stood stretching and rubbing themselves, while the wagon, under Discombe's pilotage, continued on its way, scooping the horses down the hill at an increasing rate of speed. Just above where they were standing, was a shed-like structure which looked much the worse for wind and weather.
"That's the old shaft of the "Coreopsis," Dayton remarked.
"So it is," said Jones. "Harry de Luce went down on the rope the other day."
"How do you do it?" asked Mr. Fetherbee, much interested.
"Hand over hand, I suppose; or else you just let her slide. De Luce went down like a monkey."
"He must have come up like a monkey! I don't see how he did it!"
"He didn't come up; he went out by the tunnel. It would take more than a monkey to go up three hundred feet on a slack rope, or thirty feet either, for the matter of that."
As Mr. Fetherbee stood mopping his brow,
