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.Still there were stones below, butwhat with fatigue and darkness, they were now compelled to stop, and Sandy wenthome, after promising to come as early as he could in the morning and callWillie, who was to leave the end of a string hanging out of the staircasewindow, whose other end should pass through the keyhole of his door and be tiedto his wrist.He seemed to have hardly been in bed an hour, when he woke with his arm at fulllength, and the pulling going on as if it would pull him out of bed.He tuggedagain in reply, and jumped out.It was a lovely summer morning-the sun a few yards up the sky; the grassglittering with dew; the birds singing as if they were singing their first andwould sing their last; the whole air, even in his little room, filled with acool odour as of blessed thoughts, and just warm enough to let him know that thenoontide would be hot.And there was Sandy waiting in the street to help him digfor the treasure! In a few minutes he had opened the street door and admittedhim.They went straight to the scene of their labour.Having got out a few more stones, they began to fancy they heard a curioussound, which they agreed was more like that of running water than anything elsethey could think of.Now, except a well in the street, just before the cottage,there was no water they knew of much nearer than the river, and they wondered agood deal.At length Sandy's pickaxe got hold of a stone which he could not move, do whathe would.He tried another, and succeeded, but soon began to suspect that therewas some masonry there.Contenting himself therefore with clearing out only theloose stones, he soon found plainly enough that he was working in a narrowspace, around which was a circular wall of solid stone and lime.The sound ofrunning water was now clear enough, and the earth in the hole was very damp.Sandy had now got down three or four feet below the level."It's an old well," he said."There can be no doubt of it.""Does it smell bad?" asked Willie, peeping down disappointed."Not a bit," answered Sandy."Then it's not stagnant," said Willie."You might have told that by your ears without troubling your nose," said Sandy."Didn't you hear it running?""How can it be running when it's buried away down there?" said Willie."How can it make a noise if it isn't running?" retorted Sandy-to which questionWillie attempted no reply.It was now serious work to get the stones up, for Sandy's head only was abovethe level of the ground; it was all he could do to lift some of the larger onesout of the hole, and Willie saw that he must contrive to give him some help.Heran therefore to the house, and brought a rope which he had seen lying about.One end of it Sandy tied round whatever stone was too heavy for him, and Willie,laying hold of the other, lifted along with him.They got on faster now, and ina few minutes Sandy exclaimed-"Here it is at last!""The treasure?" cried Willie."Oh, jolly!"Sandy burst out laughing, and shouted-"The water!""Bother the water!" growled Willie."But go on, Sandy; the iron chest may be atthe bottom of the water, you know.""All very well for you up there!" retorted Sandy."But though I can get thestones out, I can't get the water out.And I've no notion of diving wherethere's pretty sure to be nothing to dive for.Besides, a body can't dive in astone pipe like this.I should want weights to sink me, and I mightn't get themoff in time.I want my breakfast dreadful, Willie."So saying, he scrambled up the side of the well, and the last of him thatappeared, his boots, namely, bore testimony enough to his having reached thewater.Willie peered down into the well, and caught the dull glimmer of itthrough the stones; then, a good deal disappointed, followed Sandy as he strodeaway towards the house."You'll come and have your breakfast with me, Sandy, won't you?" he said frombehind him."No, thank you," answered Sandy."I don't like any porridge but my mother's."And without looking behind him, he walked right through the cottage, and awayhome.Before Willie had finished his porridge, he had got over his disappointment, andhad even begun to see that he had never really expected to find a treasure.Onlyit would have been fun to hand it over to his father!All through morning school, however, his thoughts would go back to the littlevault, so cool and shadowy, sheltering its ancient well from the light thatlorded it over all the country outside.No doubt the streams rejoiced in it, buteven for them it would be too much before the evening came to cool and consolethem; while the slow wells in the marshy ground up on the mountains must feelfaint in an hour of its burning eye.This well had always been, and always wouldbe, cool and blessed and sweet, like-like a precious thing you can only thinkabout.And wasn't it a nice thing to have a well of your own? Tibby needn't goany more to the village pump-which certainly was nearer, but stood in thestreet, not in their own ground.Of course, as yet, she could not draw abucketful, for the water hardly came above the stones; but he would soon get outas many as would make it deep enough-only, if it was all Sandy could do to getout the big ones, and that with his help too, how was he to manage it alone?There was the rub!I must go back a little to explain how he came to think of a plan.After Hector and he had gone as far in Dr Dick's astronomy as they couldunderstand, they found they were getting themselves into what seemed quite ajungle of planets, and suns, and comets, and constellations."It seems to me," said the shoemaker, "that to understand anything you mustunderstand everything."So they laid the book aside for the present; and Hector, searching about foranother with which to fill up the remainder of the afternoon, came upon one inwhich the mechanical powers were treated after a simple fashion.Of this book Willie had now read a good deal.I cannot say that he had yet cometo understand the mechanical power so thoroughly as to see that the lever andthe wheelandaxle are the same in kind, or that the screw, the inclined plane,and the wedge are the same power in different shapes; but he did understand thatwhile a single pulley gives you no advantage except by enabling you to applyyour strength in the most effective manner, a second pulley takes half theweight off you.Hence, with the difficulty in which he now found himself, cameat once the thought of a block with a pulley in it, which he had seen lyingabout in the carpenter's shop.He remembered also that there was a great ironstaple or eye in the vault just over the well; and if he could only get hold ofa second pulley, the thing was as good as done-the well as good as cleared outto whatever depth he could reach below the water.As soon as school was over, he ran to Mr Spelman, and found to his delight thathe could lend him not only that pulley but another as well.Each ran in a blockwhich had an iron hook attached to it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
