“How do you get on?”
“Splendid. It goes upward, and I could almost stand.”
“How are you getting on?” said the middy, after listening to the scrambling noise made by the climber.
“Middling. Just room to crawl now.” Five minutes later the middy shouted again:
“Look here; hadn’t I better come up now?”
“Yes, if you like.”
“Is there plenty of room?”
“No.”
“Then what’s the use of my coming?”
“Only to keep me company. Better still, come and give a pull at my heels.”