"What are you talking about?"the big man asked as he followed the sailor's gaze upwards. "Well, I'll say... but that isn't a man, it's a boy. What's he doing up there?" The sailor shook his head, "You're right. It's a boy alright. But he'll never come down alive. The spire is as slippery as an eel." The carpenter agreed. "I think we better get the sheriff and his men to take him down." Without waiting for Jan to answer, he left. This book you can't put down