But Prescott paid no attention to the racket, and kept on lowering himself, coolly.
Here was where his gym.

training and all his football practice came in splendidly.

Every muscle was strong, every nerve true to its duty! Not once did Prescott fear that he would lose his grip and fall to the street below.
Up above, at the roof's edge, stood Darrin, directing as though from quarter-deck or military-top.

Dave had to lean rather far out, at that great height, but it did not make him dizzy.
"There! The grand old chap has landed on the window-sill! He has gone inside!" cried Dave, turning to his comrades.

"Now we can wait until we feel a signal-pull on the rope." As he turned away from the smoke that was coming up through the air Darrin realized how much smoke he had inhaled.