"What did you go and do that for ?" "I helped him," said Bigley.

"Hoo--rayah!" "Yes, and I'll pay you for it," he snarled; but Bigley was too much excited to notice what he said; and, taking hold of the rope again, he planted himself against the rock to turn his great body into a ladder.
"Go on up, Bob, and then you two chaps can pull me up to you." The temptation was too great for Bob, who began to climb directly, and had nearly reached where I stood, when I bent down and held out my hand.
"Catch hold, Bob!" I cried, "and I'll help you." "I can get up by myself, thank you," he cried very haughtily, and he loosed his hold with one hand to strike mine aside.
It was a foolish act, for if I had not snatched at him he would have gone backwards, but this time he clung to me tightly, and the next minute was by my side.
"Oh, it's easy enough," he said, forgetting directly the ugly fall he had escaped.
"Here, now, you two lay hold of the rope and pull me up!" shouted Bigley.

"I want to come too." We took hold of the rope and tightened it, and there was a severe course of tugging for a few minutes before we slackened our efforts, and sat down and laughed, for we might as well have tried to drag up any of the ton-weight stones as Bigley.
"Oh, I say," he cried; "you don't half pull.

I want to come up." "Then you must climb as we pull," I said, and in obedience to my advice he fastened the rope round his waist, and tried to climb as we hauled, with the result that after a few minutes' scuffling and rasping on the rock poor Bigley was sitting down rubbing himself softly, and looking up at us with a very doleful expression of countenance.
"You can't get up, Big; you're too heavy," cried Bob, who was now in the best of tempers.

"Here, let's look round, Sep." That did not take long, for there were only a few square feet of surface to traverse.