I'm afraid you'll be dashed down to the ground.

Gracious! Hear the flagstaff rattle." "I expected it," replied Dick, sitting down, inside the spire top.
"What are you doing ?" demanded the real estate man.
"Taking off my shoes," Dick replied coolly.
"Do you really mean to make the attempt ?" "You don't think a Gridley boy would back out at this late moment ?" queried Dick, in surprise.
"Ye couldn't stop these younkers, now, by force," chuckled the janitor.
"I certainly wouldn't care to try force," remarked Mr.Macey dryly.
"These young men are too well developed." Dave was now on the floor, getting off his shoes.
"What are you going to do, old fellow ?" asked Prescott.
"Going to follow you as far as the top of the spire," replied Darrin quietly.

"Who knows but I may be able to be of some use ?" Dave stepped out first on the little iron balcony.

The crowd below saw him, but at the distance could not make out clearly which boy it was.

Then Prescott followed.
"Give me one foot," called Dave, kneeling and making a cup of his hands.
Dick placed his foot, then started to climb the sloping surface of slate, Darrin aiding.
As Dave straightened to a standing position Dick reached up, getting hold of the base of the flagstaff.
"Hold on there, a minute," advised Dave, as his chum stood on the little ledge at the top of the spire.