I climbed down half an hour before it went.

I tell you what, though; my legs are too cramped to move.

If you want to save me you must carry me." "I was thinkin' the same.

Well, come along; for tho' I don't like the cut o' your jib, you'm a terrible handsome chap, and as clean-built as ever I see.

Now then, one arm round my neck and t'other on the line, but don't bear too hard on it, for I doubt 'tis weakish.