For a few seconds they remained thus, afraid to stir, then Jeekie called out: "Climb on, Major, climb on like one monkey.

Look bad, but quite safe really." As there was nothing else to be done Alan began to climb, shifting his feet along the plank edge and his hands along the rope, which creaked and stretched beneath their threefold weight.
It was a horrible journey, and in his imagination took at least an hour.
Yet they accomplished it, for at last they found themselves huddled together but safe upon the further bank.

The sweat pouring down from his head almost blinded Alan; a deadly nausea worked within him, sickly tremors shot up and down his spine; his brain swam.

Yet he could hear Jeekie, in whom excitement always took the form of speech, saying loudly: "Think that man no liar what say our great papas was monkeys.

Never look down on monkey no more.