What they needed, Maxwell realized quickly - other than more hands - were more buckets. There were three, stacked neatly, against the stone ring of the well, but that wasn't going to be nearly enough to form any sort of chain to the farther corners of the garden.

Running was going to be the name of the game tonight.

Hooking one quickly to the rope, he dropped into the dark depths below and began to haul it back up. Hoping there might be someone to help by the time he's gotten raised again.