How long is a rope-length?
STEINDOR. A hundred and twenty feet.
INGOLF. Have you lowered yourself that far?
STEINDOR. I guess even a little more. One summer on the Westmen
Isles, I went down three rope-lengths, for fowl; but then, I tied
the rope around my waist, and took a stick along, to push myself
off from the rock, so that the rope wouldn't turn.
INGOLF. The rope turned round with me before.
STEINDOR. Only practice can prevent it.
INGOLF [_gets up, walks out to the brink, and looks down into the
gorge_]. Did you look everywhere possible?
STEINDOR. I did.
INGOLF. So did I. But it is very dark in some places, and there
are so many holes. Did you look in the holes?
STEINDOR. Well, I wasn't going to crawl into every pit--that would
be an endless job. Besides, I think it serves these women right,
once in a while, to have themselves to blame. It teaches them to
take better care next time.
INGOLF. Don't speak to any one about it. She asked me not to tell
anybody. I wouldn't have told you, if I'd had any luck in my
search. But I thought perhaps you might be able to find them.
STEINDOR.
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