He grabbed aimlessly with his hands at the wall and the wood-work behind him, still yelling at the pitch of his lungs.
"Pull me up, son of the devil, pull me up!" he screamed.

"Would you murder me, then?
Help, good people, help!" "Do you want to come up, captain ?" said the strong clear voice of the young man above him, speaking excellent French, but in an accent which fell strangely upon the ears of the crowd beneath.
"Yes, sacred name of God, yes!" "Order off your men, then." "Away, you dolts, you imbeciles! Do you wish to see me dashed to pieces?
Away, I say! Off with you!" "That is better," said the youth, when the soldiers had vanished from the window.

He gave a tug at the dragoon's leg as he spoke, which jerked him up so far that he could twist round and catch hold of the lower edge of the balcony.

"How do you find yourself now ?" he asked.
"Hold me, for heaven's sake, hold me!" "I have you quite secure." "Then pull me up!" "Not so fast, captain.

You can talk very well where you are." "Let me up, sir, let me up!" "All in good time.