Chapter 6

Cyrus Harding stood still, without saying a word. His companions searched in the darkness on the wall, in case the wind should have moved the ladder, and on the ground, thinking that it might have fallen down.... But the ladder had quite disappeared. As to ascertaining if a squall had blown it on the landing-place, half way up, that was impossible in the dark. “If it is a joke,” cried Pencroft, “it is a very stupid one! To come home and find no staircase to go up to your room by--that’s nothing for weary men to lau…