I shall certainly have to put my foot on your head." "All right, your honour.

Don't you be afraid of hurting me.

My skull is thick enough to stand the weight of two of you." In a minute, Desmond had his fingers on the top of the gates, drew himself up, and, moving to the corner, where he could get his back against the end of the wall, lowered his sash to Mike.
"You are sure I shall not pull you down ?" "I am not sure, but we will try, anyhow." This was said in a whisper, for there might, for anything he knew, be two or three men in the garden.

Mike took off his boots, so as to avoid making a noise.

Desmond was sitting astride of the gate, and had his end of the sash over the top of it, and under his leg, thereby greatly reducing the strain that would be thrown on it, and then leaning with all his weight on it, where it crossed the gate.