He left the rope fastened above, for whoever cared to go and get it.
Mr.Macey, ashen faced and shaking, stared at Dick in a sort of fascination.
"I---I got it," said Dick, when he could control his voice.

"Here it is, safe in my pocket." "I forgot to ask," rejoined Mr.Macey tremulously.

"I'm sick of that bauble.

Ever since you started aloft, Prescott, I've been calling myself all sorts of names for being a party to this thing." "Why, it's all right," laughed Dick, only a bit brokenly.

"It was easy enough---with a fellow like Dave to help." "Did he go up the flagstaff, too ?" demanded Mr.Macey, opening his eyes wider.
"No," declared Darrin promptly.