Slowly---oh, so slowly! Dick came down. It seemed as though,
at last, he understood his danger to the full and was afraid.
The truth was, Prescott realized that, with all the vibrating
of the staff in the wind, his muscular power was being sapped
out of him.
Dave Darrin was down again, crouching on top of the spire, when
Dick reached him.
"Just touch your feet, Dick!" Darrin called coolly. "Then stand
holding to the pole until I get down into the balcony."
Dick obeyed as one who could no longer think for himself.
This done, Dave slipped down the spire's slope, by the aid of
the rope, until his feet touched the balcony's floor. Now he
stood with upturned face and arms uplifted.
"Use the rope and come down, Dick," hailed. Darrin softly. "I'm
here to catch you, if you need it."
Down came Prescott, holding to the rope, but helped more by Dave's
loyal arms.
"Help Prescott inside, you two," Dave ordered sharply. Then,
after the men inside the spire top had obeyed, Dave swung himself
in. He left the rope fastened above, for whoever cared to go
and get it.
Mr. Macey, ashen faced and shaking, stared at Dick in a sort of
fascination.
"I---I got it," said Dick, when he could control his voice. "Here
it is, safe in my pocket."
"I forgot to ask," rejoined Mr. Macey tremulously. "I'm sick
of that bauble. Ever since you started aloft, Prescott, I've
been calling myself all sorts of names for being a party to this
thing.
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