"Everything's the matter. I'm all shot to pieces—I'm all falling apart inside——"
"Take your time. When you feel able give me a hand. Is there any railing around the walk?"
"Yes; how did you know?"
"I just guessed it, that's all."
"All right; come on."
Bob leaned as far over as he could, without falling, and tried to reach the upraised hands of his companion.
"Can't make it. You've got to grow a little first," Jarvis jeered.
"We are going to make it. I'm going to back up on the ore and take a running jump. You stand by ready to catch me. Better twist your legs about a railing post if there is such a thing handy."
"I'm waiting for you. I hope you bump your nose until it bleeds."
But Steve Rush did not bump his nose. He took a running jump, nearly losing his foothold in starting. By a lucky chance he landed half way up the side of the hold, right against Bob's hands. Bob grasped him about the waist.