Flint was planted under the opening, with the shoes of both at his side.
The master's mate was nearly six feet in his stocking feet as he stood, and Christy whispered to him the next thing in his scheme.

With the aid of his willing assistant, the midshipman was mounted on the shoulders of the former, where he stood up like an athlete in the gloom, though he almost instantly obtained a hold above with his hands.

He unfastened the scuttle, and slid it off the aperture with the greatest care.

Then he drew himself up with his strong hands, and was on the roof.

Then Flint passed up the shoes, as he reached down for them.