It was owing to this circumstance that they were long enough to reach him; a large allowance for wear and tear having been made in cutting them from the coil.

As it was, the ends dropped some twenty feet below the ledge on which he stood.
"All safe, now, Mildred!" cried the young man, in a voice of exultation the moment his hand caught the two ends of the line, which he immediately passed around his body, beneath the arms, as a precaution against accidents.

"All safe, now, dearest girl; have no further concern about me." Mildred drew back, for worlds could not have tempted her to witness the desperate effort that she knew must follow.

By this time, Sir Wycherly, who had been an interested witness of all that passed, found his voice, and assumed the office of director.
"Stop, my young namesake," he eagerly cried, when he found that the sailor was about to make an effort to drag his own body up the cliff; "stop; that will never do; let Dutton and me do that much for you, at least.

We have seen all that has passed, and are now able to do something." "No--no, Sir Wycherly--on no account touch the halyards.