“Oh, yes, I said that, but I don’t understand about the men.”
“Well, you are a rum one, Joe. Is it real, or are you making believe?”
“Real. Now, suppose it was us who wanted to go down.”
“Well, suppose it was us.”
“What do we do?”
“Why, we—”
“No, no, let me finish. I say, what do we do? We step on the ledge attached to the beam?”
“Of course we do, only one at a time.”
“Very well, then, one at a time. Then down goes the beam eighteen feet to the next platform.”
“Yes, and then up it rises again eighteen feet, and most likely there’d be a man on every ledge, from top to bottom.”