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I seemed to be standing there some time, but Mr Solomon afterwards told

me it was not a moment, before I looked up, and seeing him returning

with the plumber, ran towards them swiftly, shouting for help.

The two men started running directly, and as we reached the well

together there was Philip lying upon the ground beside the path, face

downwards, and with his fingers thrust into his ears.

"Now, then," shouted Mr Solomon to the plumber, as Ike came running up

straight across beds, bushes, everything. "Now, then, you said the well

was safe; go down and fetch him up."

The plumber went upon one knee, seized the top of the ladder, and got up

again shaking his head.

"I can't afford it," he said. "I've a wife and bairns at home."

"I--I daren't go down," groaned Mr Solomon. "Man, man, what shall we

do?"

"It scares me," growled Ike hoarsely; "but I've got no wife and no

bairns; and if Master Grant here says, `Go,' I'll go, though," he added

slowly, "it's going down into one's grave."

"Can you see him, Grant?" cried Mr Solomon.

"Yes; down on the wood," I said in a hoarse whisper; "he's lying across

a beam with his head down. What shall we do?"

As I asked this piteously I raised my head, to see Philip close by me

kneeling on the gravel, his eyes half closed, his face of a yellowish

grey, his hands clenched, and his teeth chattering.

No one spoke, and as I looked from one man to the other every face was

pale and stony-looking, for the men felt that to go down into that

carbonic acid gas was to give up life.

I felt horribly frightened, and as if I were sinking somewhere. I

glanced round, and there was the beautiful garden all flowers and fruit,

with the glorious sunshine over all. Below me that terrible pit with

the falling whispering water, and a chill seeming to rise out of its

depths.

As I looked I saw Shock coming towards us at a run, as if he divined

that something was the matter, and the sight of him made me think of Mr

Brownsmith's garden and my happy life there, and I gave a low sob as my

eyes filled with tears.

I tell you I felt horribly frightened, and all this that has taken so

long to describe seemed to pass in a flash--almost as I started from

gazing down the well to my feet.

"Tie the rope round me," I said huskily. "You can pull me up if I

fall."

"Well done, young un!" shouted the plumber, catching up the coil of

rope. "I like pluck, I do."

"You stand aside," cried Ike, snatching the rope from him and giving him

a rough thrust with his elbow. "I'll do this here."