mouth. He gave a bitter cry, and there was a wrench on his face when he knew where he was come, and 'twas then Elzevir caught him by the belt. For a moment I thought he was saved, seeing Elzevir setting his body low back with heels pressed firm against the parapet wall to stand the strain. Then the belt gave way at the fastening, and Elzevir fell sprawling on the floor. But the other went backwards down the well.
I got to the parapet just as he fell head first into that black abyss. There was a second of silence, then a dreadful noise like a cocoanut being broken on a pavement—for we once had cocoanuts in plenty at Moonfleet, when the Bataviaman came on the beach—then a deep, echoing blow, where he rebounded and struck the wall again, and last of all, the thud and thundering splash, when he reached the water at the bottom. I held my breath for sheer horror, and listened to see if he would cry, though I knew at heart he would never cry again, after that first sickening smash; but there was no sound or voice, except the moaning voices of the water eddies that I had heard before.
Elzevir slung himself into the bucket. "You can handle the break," he said to me; "let me down quick into the well." I took the break-lever, lowering him as quickly as I durst, till I heard the bucket touch water at the bottom, and then stood by and listened. All was still, and yet I started once, and could not help looking round over my shoulder, for it seemed as if I was not alone in the well-house; and though I could see no one, yet I had a fancy of a tall, black-bearded man, with coppery face, chasing another round and round the well-mouth. Both vanished from my fancy
