It was useless; not even an elephant could have stirred it.
Then he stepped back, examining it carefully.
"I think it can be climbed, Physician," he said.

"Help me now," and he motioned to me to take one end of the heavy table on which the batteries stood.

We dragged it to the doorway, and, seeing his purpose, Oliver jumped on to it with him.

Then at Japhet's direction, while I supported the table to prevent its oversetting, Orme rested his forehead against the stone, making what schoolboy's call "a back," up which the mountaineer climbed actively until he stood upon his shoulders, and by stretching himself was able to grasp the end of the fallen transom.
Next, while I held up the lamp to give him light, he gripped the roughnesses of the hewn stone with his toes, and in a few moments was upon the coping of the wall, twenty feet or more above the floor line.
The rest was comparatively easy, for taking off his linen robe, Japhet knotted it once or twice, and let it down to us.

By the help of this improvised rope, with Orme supporting me beneath, I, too, was dragged up to the coping of the wall.