For the uppermost eighteen feet of the spire consisted of a stout flagpole.

Below this was the sloping slate roof of the top of the steeple proper.

Only a monkey or a "steeplejack" could get up there, and on a day like this, with a half gale still blowing, a steeplejack might be pardoned for declining the task.
Swiftly the news spread, and a great crowd collected.

Dave Darrin heard of it right after breakfast, and hurried to get Dick Prescott.
Together the chums joined the crowd.
"You'll have to get a steeplejack for the job, Mr.Macey," the chums heard one man advise the real estate operator.
Only one was known.

His home was some forty miles away.