The journey was evidently regarded as one of extreme peril by the climber; but he held on gallantly and, arrived at the top, turned a tremulous telescope on to the horizon.
Mr.Tasker took a deep breath and resumed his labours.

He set the table, and when the water boiled made the tea, and went down the garden to announce the fact.

Mr.Chalk was still up aloft, and even at that height the pallor of his face was clearly discernible.

It was evident to the couple below that the terrors of the descent were too much for him, but that he was too proud to say so.
"Nice view up there," called the captain.
"B--b--beautiful," cried Mr.Chalk, with an attempt at enthusiasm.
The captain paced up and down impatiently; his tea was getting cold, but the forlorn figure aloft made no sign.

The captain waited a little longer, and then, laying hold of the shrouds, slowly mounted until his head was above the platform.
"Shall I take the glass for you ?" he inquired.
Mr.Chalk, clutching the edge of the cask, leaned over and handed it down.
"My--my foot's gone to sleep," he stammered.
"Ho! Well, you must be careful how you get down," said the captain, climbing on to the platform.