nding supporting himself against the wall of the ledge.

"No, sir," said Drinkwater, as he flashed his lantern round. "If Mr
Manners has hurt himself and can't walk, as Mr Josh says he has, we
shan't be able to haul him up. The rope I brought wouldn't do it; and
besides, we should have no purchase here."

"Then what are we to do?" said Mr Willows, impatiently. "Tell me what
you advise."

"There's another way down," said the man, sturdily. "We couldn't pull
him up there. I know the place he's on. We can get to it if we go
along here; there's a zig-zag path."

"Capital!" said the mill-owner. "Come along."

The path the man referred to was a roundabout one, but it led them to
the place where the artist lay.

"It's a good job we came, sir," said Mr Willows. "Not a nice place to
spend the night in. You fell down here?"

"Yes," said the artist; "unfortunately."

"Humph!" said the mill-owner. "Now we have got to get you up."

"What a pity he's such a heavy-weight," said Will to Josh, in a whisper.

"Drinkwater has found a special way down here. You will have to lean on
two of us and manage it somehow. Mr Carlile, take the lantern, will
you, please? Now, Drinkwater, get hold of Mr Manners' other arm."

"Right, master."

"Do you think you can do it?" said Mr Willows.

"Don't know," said the artist; "but I will try."

"That's the style," said the mill-owner. "There, lean heavily on me.
You, Drinkwater, get firm hold of his other arm. Slowly does it!" And
the little procession started.

"It took me a long while to get here," said the artist, "but as for
getting back--"

"Don't you worry about that," said the Vicar. "We shall manage all
right, never fear."

It was after about an hour that the Vicar went up to Mr Willows.

"Now let me have a turn, Drinkwater," he said.

"We are getting along so well that I think we had better not change,"
said the mill-owner.

Mr Carlile nodded.

"Remember," he said, "that I am ready to act as relief directly I am
needed."

"I'll remember that," said Mr Willows. "Here, Will, what are you
doing?"

"Carrying Mr Manners' tackle," said the lad.

"Oh! then you, Josh. Take the lantern for a bit."

"Not at all," said the Vicar, stoutly. "That little bit of duty I do
cling to, and I am not going to surrender the light to any one. How are
you feeling, Mr Manners?"

"Fairly, thank you," was the response; "but I am thankful that the
journey is not twice a