"Rather!" yelled Arthur.

Then Dig begged and besought Railsford to allow him to mount at least to
where the latter stood, and the master made him happy by consenting.
From this point it was easy to carry on a talk; and there in the rain
through the dark watches of the night those three had one of the most
profitable conversations they had ever enjoyed. A yokel who chanced to
pass, hearing those weird, celestial voices, took to his heels and ran a
mile straight off, and reported with ashy face and trembling lips that a
ghost had appeared on the arch of the abbey as he passed, and called to
him thrice, and had shrieked with demoniacal laughter as he hurried from
the accursed place.

Towards dawn the rain ceased, and the three watchers, despite all their
efforts, became drowsy. When Farmer White and two of his men arrived on
the scene with a long ladder and a rope, they had to stand and shout
from below for a minute or so before Railsford started into wakefulness
and remembered where he was. As for Dig, he lay with his cheek buried
in the wet ivy, sleeping as soundly as if he had been in the dormitory
at school.

It was no easy task to get Arthur down from his dizzy perch. In the
first place, he was so sound asleep that it was impossible to rouse him
from below; consequently he could give no assistance in his own rescue.
The ladder was far too short to reach within a quarter of the distance
of where he was; and for a long time it seemed as if the ropes might as
well have been left at home.

At length, however, by a combined effort the ladder was hoisted on to
the top of the wall, and so elevated it reached a point on the arch
above the place where the stones had given way. The difficulty was to
secure it on the narrow ledge in any way so that it could be ascended
safely. When, finally, by dint of careful adjustment and rigid holding
at the bottom, it was pronounced reasonably safe, Dig was most eager to
volunteer the ascent, urging that he was the lightest weight, and that
the four men could do more good in holding the ladder.

"The lad's right," said the farmer; "let him go up."

Railsford was forced to consent. It would have been obviously risky for
a heavy man to ascend that rickety ladder. Dig rarely felt so proud and
happy as when he skipped lightly up the rungs and reached the ivy-
covered masonry of the arch.

It was not a difficult climb to the top, and it was as well it was not,
for in his eagerne