"You are the lightest of us, and, I fancy, the strongest, too." "Very well.

I don't think that it will make any difference, for the rope is strong enough to hold the three of us together.
However, here goes.

We may as well leave our coatees behind us.
They might get us into difficulties, if we took them." So saying, he took off his coat, fastened the end of the rope securely to the bars that had been left for the purpose, and, holding it firmly, made his way through the opening and swung himself over.

With his muscles strengthened by military exercises and sword practice, he found it easier work than he had expected.
The depth was some sixty feet, and in a couple of minutes his feet touched the ground.
Mike had been hanging on by the rope to steady it, and as Desmond descended, he seized him by the hand and shook it enthusiastically, murmuring brokenly, "My dear master, thank God that you are free!" "Thanks to you also, my dear fellow.

Now, hold on again.