He took the table and stood it directly beneath the cupola.
Then he pulled a sheet from the bed, twisted it into a rope, and threw it around his neck.
“Now, then, doctor,” he exclaimed, “just jump upon the table and brace yourself to hold the weight of about one hundred and eighty pounds of human flesh.”
Abbott quickly complied without stopping to ask a question.
Nick followed him upon the table at his back, having first seized one of the empty bottles in his right hand.
“Steady, now, doctor,” urged Nick.
The next moment he was standing upright, with a foot on each of Abbott’s shoulders.
Having secured a safe hold for his hands on the base of the cupola, Nick put his athletic training into use, and drew himself up by the mighty muscles of his arms.
The next instant he was looking through the thick glass sides of the cupola.
Then taking the sheet rope from his shoulders, he lowered it to Abbott, with the question: