The other end would be in our hands-- in our hands, I tell you." "Well, Caspar," calmly rejoined the philosopher, "you appear to be confident enough; though I can't guess what you are driving at.

You know this hideous precipice is at no point less than a hundred yards in sheer height ?" "I do," replied Caspar, still speaking in the same tone of confidence; "but a rope of only fifty--ay, of not more than half that length--may be held in our hands, while the other end is over the top of the cliff." Karl looked perplexed; but the shikaree, on this occasion quicker of perception than the philosopher, catching at Caspar's meaning, cried out:-- "Ha, ha! young sahib meanee from top ob da ladder! Dat meanee he." "Exactly so," said Caspar; "you've guessed right, Ossy.

I mean just that very thing." "Oh! then, indeed," said Karl, in a drawling tone, at the same time lapsing into a reflective silence.
"Perhaps you are right, brother," he added, after a pause.

"At all events, it will be easy to try.

If your scheme succeed, we shall not require to make any more cord.