I told him to try and change his grip and catch my ankles.

He did it, somehow or other, and by George! the first shock of his weight nearly ended me, for he was a heavy man.

However, I managed to pull myself up a yard or two and then I could reach down and catch his arms.

We both got up somehow or other, but it took a devilish time, and when they laid us both on the ground and came round like fools with brandy I thought I should choke and had scarcely strength to swear at them to get out." The assembly had listened intently, catching its breath with a sharp _risp_ as all outdoor folks will do when they hear of an escapade which strikes their fancy.

One man--a stranger--hammered his empty pipe-bowl on the table in applause.
"Whae was the man, d'ye say ?" he asked.