"Yes, it must be fine, but what now? My arms will be giving out pretty soon, and I shouldn't be surprised if Dominick were getting uneasy. How about it, Dominick?"
"Me all right," answered the Italian stolidly.
"Move over here, Bob. Dominick, you stay where you are. I will take care of you in a moment. Now curl up your feet as you saw me do, Bob."
"Why, I couldn't do that to save my life."
"You will have to, if you expect to save it. I know of no other way. Wait, I'll help you."
Steve leaned over, and, holding to the bar with one hand, reached down, grabbing Bob under one knee.
"Hold fast! There you come."
Jarvis threw all his strength into the effort, and after some clumsy moves landed unsteadily beside Steve Rush on the iron bar.
"Whew! I'd never have made it if it hadn't been for you."
"Come, Dominick; we will have you up here now," said Rush, with a laugh that was intended to encourage his companions. "This is just exercise. No need to feel disturbed about it in the least. Bob, you grab one leg and I will take hold of the other. We will have him right side up in no time at all."