"Forget it, and then you'll be a brave man. At all events I'll tell you what I want you to do."
"Go ahead. I can't be any worse off than I am."
"I am going to brace myself here against the side, and I want you to climb up to my shoulders. You ought not to have any difficulty in standing on them, when once you get up, for you will have the side of the hull to lean against."
"Can't do it; can't do it at all. Why don't you do it yourself, instead of trying to make me do so when you know how sick I am?"
"All right, if you want me to stand on your neck. I am offering you the easiest part of the plan."
"I guess you won't stand on my neck! All right; I'll be the goat. What am I to do when I get up to where I can stand on your neck?"
"Reach up for the platform. If you can get it, all you have to do is to pull yourself up. Then, after you are once up you can, perhaps, reach over and give me a hand."
"Fine, fine!" jeered Jarvis. "I wish I could talk as easily as you. Why, I'd hire out to spout in a political campaign and——"
"Don't waste breath. I am ready."