"And now it's up to you to get us both out of this scrape, Just." "Oh, if only I had a rope!" cried the other, apparently nonplussed.
"Well, wishes won't make one," said the practical Hugh; "and so we'll have to do without.

But if you look around sharply I think you'll find a long pole there, for I remember noticing something of the kind." The boy above vanished for a brief period, which seemed ages to the anxious Claude; and even Hugh counted the seconds, for the strain was something serious.

Then again that friendly head appeared in view.
"You were right, Hugh!" called the Smith boy; "there was such a pole handy, and I've got the same right here now.

It's plenty long enough to reach down to you; but I'm wondering however I'll be able to draw two of you up." "I don't expect you to, all by yourself, Just," Huge told him.

"Poke the end of it down here, and keep a good stiff grip on the butt.
Then we'll hold on, and find places to set our feet.