"And don't be foolish enough to look down into the street." Dave darted inside, picking up the lighter of the ropes.

Going out on the balcony again Darrin tossed one end of the rope to Dick, who made it fast around the flagpole.
Using the rope, Dave went easily up and stood beside Prescott.
"There is a fearful wind here," muttered Dick, as both swayed while holding to the stout, vibrating mast.

"But you can make it, old fellow." It had been the original intention in building the church to use this mast as a flag pole.

Then some doubt had arisen among the members of the parish.

A weather vane had been put at the top of the pole, and the question of connecting flag tackle had been left to be decided at a later date.
Had the flag tackle been there now Dick could have made an easier problem of the ascent; yet, even with the rope, it would have been an undertaking from which most men would have shrunk.
"I'm going to start now," said Dick very quietly.
"Good luck, Dick, old fellow!" called Dave cheerily.