somewhere else; and then it came to my mind that if the treasure was really fraught with evil, this coarse, dark-haired man, who could not look one straight, was to become a minister of ruin to bring the curse home to us.
But if I was weak and timid Elzevir had no misgivings. He had taken the coil of twine off his arm and was undoing it. "We will let an end of this down the well," he said, "and I have made a knot in it at eighty feet. This lad thinks the treasure is in the well wall, eighty feet below us, so when the knot is on well lip we shall know we have the right depth." I tried again to see what look the turnkey wore when he heard where the treasure was, but could not, and so fell to examining the well.
A spindle ran from the axle of the wheel across the well, and on the spindle was a drum to take the rope. There was some clutch or fastening which could be fixed or loosed at will to make the drum turn with the tread-wheel, or let it run free, and a foot-break to lower the bucket fast or slow, or stop it altogether.
"I will get into the bucket," Elzevir said, turning to me, "and this good man will lower me gently by the break until I reach the string-end down below. Then I will shout, and so fix you the wheel and give me time to search."
This was not what I looked for, having thought that it was I should go; and though I liked going down the well little enough, yet somehow now I felt I would rather do that than have Master Elzevir down the hole, and me left locked alone with this villainous fellow up above.
So I said, "No, master, that cannot be; 'tis my place
