Dave's schemes were always elaborate, and that was why they so often

came to the ground. He logged up his windlass platform a little higher,

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,