"There, take care of him and mind he don't fall." "You hear what he says," whispered Mark.

"Come on up here.

I'll go first and show you the way." Truth to tell Mark did not want to go any higher, but under the circumstances he felt bound, terrible as it looked, and the remainder of the climb over the man's head was not made any the pleasanter by the poor wretch moaning out-- "Oh, don't! oh, don't! You'll push me off! You'll fall! I know you'll fall." But Mark did not fall, and though he chose the easier way up he did display some courage, and lay flat down to extend a hand to his miserable companion.
"There, take hold of my hand.

I'll help you," he said.
The man shook his head--wisely, perhaps, for Mark's help would not have been great as far as sustaining him went.
"I can't--I daren't move," he said.

"It's as bad as being shut up in the hold.