bent about eighty feet of rope to the bole of the windlass,

which was a new one, and thereafter, whenever a suspicious-looking party

(that is to say, a digger) hove in sight, Dave would let down

about forty feet of rope and then wind, with simulated exertion,

until the slack was taken up and the rope lifted the bucket

`It would look better to have a whip-pole and a horse,

but we can't afford them just yet,' said Dave.

But I'm a little behind. They drove straight in under the cemetery,