Oh! save him, save him, Sir Wycherly!" But neither of those to whom she appealed, could be of any use.

The nervous trembling again came over the father; and as for the baronet, age and inexperience rendered him helpless.
"Have you no rope, Mr.Dutton, to throw over my shoulders," cried Wychecombe, suspending his exertions in pure exhaustion, still keeping all he had gained, with his head projecting outward, over the abyss beneath, and his face turned towards heaven.

"Throw a rope over my shoulders, and drag my body in to the cliff." Dutton showed an eager desire to comply, but his nerves had not yet been excited by the usual potations, and his hands shook in a way to render it questionable whether he could perform even this simple service.

But for his daughter, indeed, he would hardly have set about it intelligently.

Mildred, accustomed to using the signal-halyards, procured the old line, and handed it to her father, who discovered some of his professional knowledge in his manner of using it.