Then we waited.
Presently the man came, with bucket and rope.
"Draw water, that I may wash my hands," said I.
"Achha, sahib," and he strode to the well and lowered his pail by the rope.

The priest looked intently at him as he shook the rope to turn the bucket over and let it fill; then he began to pull.

The bucket seemed to be caught.

He jerked, and then bent his whole weight back, drawing the rope across the edge of the brickwork.

The thing was immovable.