In a minute she had unrove them, and the long line lay in a little pile at her feet.
"'Tis done, Wycherly," she said, again looking over the cliff; "shall I throw you down one end of the rope ?--but, alas! I have not strength to raise you; and Sir Wycherly and father seem unable to assist me!" "Do not hurry yourself, Mildred, and all will be well.

Go, and put one end of the line around the signal-staff, then put the two ends together, tie them in a knot, and drop them down over my head.

Be careful not to come too near the cliff, for--" The last injunction was useless, Mildred having flown to execute her commission.

Her quick mind readily comprehended what was expected of her, and her nimble fingers soon performed their task.

Tying a knot in the ends of the line, she did as desired, and the small rope was soon dangling within reach of Wychecombe's arm.