"Now, pull me up," commanded Rush.
"I can't. I'm a sick man, I tell you."
"Fudge! Just hang on and I will do the rest, but for goodness' sake don't let go and fall off."
"Why should I let go? You don't think I am so anxious to get down there as all that, do you?"
Steve climbed nimbly up the body of his companion until he found himself able to reach the rail with one hand. It was then but the work of a moment to pull himself up to the platform.
"There, now we're all right," exclaimed Rush triumphantly.
"No, we're all wrong. I tell you I'm a sick man," protested Jarvis.
"If I hear you say that again, I am likely to throw you off. You make me sick."
"Hope I do. Then you'll know how I feel."
"This is better than I had hoped for," said Steve, not heeding his friend's ill-natured remark. "They've got to get up early in the morning if they want to down the Iron Boys, I tell you," he chuckled.