"Give me the child!" "No! Just give me a hand, that's all! Hang on tight! It'll be a pull." Saltash flung himself forward again, his free hand outstretched, slipped and nearly fell on his face, then was caught by a vice-like grip that drew him upward with grim strength.

In a moment he was braced against the frame of the door, almost standing on it, the saloon gaping below him--a black pit of destruction.

Larpent's torch showed the companion stairs practically perpendicular above them.
"Go on!" said Larpent.

"Better give me the child.

It's you that matters." "Get out, damn you!" said Saltash, and actually grinned as he began to climb with his burden still hanging upon his shoulder.
Larpent came behind him, holding his torch to light the way.