"Not yet."
"It's as hot as blazes," said the Goat. "Better come along."
"I ought to finish this Cicero," said Smith, wondering if he could leave his hero in a sack, ready to be plunged into the dizzy waters below.
"Oh, come on," said the Egghead; "I'll give you that when we come down. Have you any matches? I've got the coffin nails."
A slight shower had ended a few minutes before without bringing relief from the heat.
"Are you coming?" said the Egghead, already out of the window. "Don't be a grind, Smithy."
"Sure, I'm with you," replied Smith, thus forced to repel the insinuation.
The Goat had gone first, then the Egghead, with Smith bringing up the rear.
"Look out, fellows," whispered the pilot, lost in the darkness ahead. "It's slippery as the deuce!"