He moved mechanically; he knew what he was after, and he kept on.

Yet he seemed largely to have lost the power to realize the danger of his position.
A-a-ah! He was up there now, holding to the weathervane! His legs curled doggedly around the flagstaff.

He had need now to use all the strength in his legs, for he must use one hand to disentangle the black scarf, which lay twisted about the vane just over his head.

But it was the right scarf.

The glint and dazzle of the diamonds was in his eyes.
How the extreme end of that flag pole quivered.