Suddenly he grasps the end of the rope and ties it around his
waist).
HADDA PADDA [sits down on the edge]. I nearly forgot the spade. I
will dig up an angelica, and take it along with me. (Disappears
below the edge. The rope slides for a time.)
INGOLF. You can see her, Steindor?
STEINDOR. She is like an expert rope-climber. She is keeping
herself from the rock with the spade.
INGOLF. Don't lose sight of her. Tell me how she is getting along.
STEINDOR. I am not anxious about her going down. Now she is about
passing the ledge. There, now you can let the rope slide quicker.
INGOLF. It is strange how the rope slides out of my hands. It is
as if a living worm were boring out through them.
STEINDOR (calls). Hadda Padda!
THE VOICE OF HADDA PADDA. Yes.
STEINDOR. She is flying down ... Now the rope is turning ... It is
strange to see some one else lowered down.
INGOLF. Is it still turning?
STEINDOR. Now it is turning to the other side.--Hadda Padda!
THE VOICE OF HADDA PADDA (just audible). Yes.
STEINDOR. Lower her faster, it amuses her. She waved her hand to
me.
INGOLF. She waved her hand to you?
STEINDOR.
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