It was far too much grind for the dear fellow to swarm up there.
"I'll go inside, Cresswell.

Come on; we'll get a seat each, and make ourselves comfortable." Cresswell laughed.
"If you hadn't made that catch, old man," said he, "I'd say you were the laziest beggar I ever saw.

But as you've a right to give your orders, I'll obey.

Lead on, mighty captain." Our heroes shivered, and wondered if any sin in the calendar were equal to that of sloth! With all the Eleven on the top, they had had a chance yet of weathering "Mrs" Nemesis, and hanging on behind.

But with the captain and whipper-in inside, they might as well try and hang on a lion's tail.
"All U P, old man," groaned Heathcote.
"Slip out sharp!" said Dick excitedly.