Bob groaned.
"We'll never make it. You can't hold on and bear our weight."
Steve's arms were growing numb. Fortunately he was possessed of great strength, and his present position was something like that of a bar performer's when about to attempt a giant swing. Had it not been for the great weight that he was supporting Steve could have held on indefinitely. As it was, he could not hope to cling to the bar much longer. The lad's mind was working rapidly. He was trying to plan some way out of the predicament, some way that would save the lives of all three.
"Steve!"
"Yes?"
"We can't all be saved. It's out of the question."
"Hang on, old boy! They will send us help soon," answered Rush in an encouraging tone.
"They can't send help in time to save us. I've a proposition to make."
"What is it?"
"Dominick and I must let go, that's all."