"Get a step ladder."
"Give him a push."
"Get an elevator."
These and other suggestions the tormentors offered Lewis as he hung there struggling. Finally, in despair, he let go and dropped to the floor.
The boys were screaming with laughter, and Lewis was not any too well pleased.
"Good work, Lewis, you did it just half a time. That's a record."
"Try it yourself," said Lewis, "I told you I didn't feel very strong this afternoon. I've got a lame wrist, anyway." Lewis always had an excuse.
It was Jimmy's turn and he mounted the bars. Frank counted, and Jimmy, who was remarkably strong for his years, being a sound and sturdy youngster, dipped down and swung back again no less than nineteen times before he gave it up.
"Whew!" said Frank, "that beats me. I guess you're it."