human
I don't want to hurry you, my lad, but if you think you can manage it I'd say, begin.
gpt
I'm ready now, Joe, said the boy faintly.
human
But do you think you can hold on?
gpt
Aren't got time to think, my lad. You go on and do it. That's your job, and don't you think as it's a hard 'un. Just you fancy the doctor's yonder getting anxious about you, and then--up you goes.
human
Yes, Joe,
gpt
And once you get hold of Harry Briggs' hands he'll draw you up a bit. He's a-hinging down like one of them there baboons, tail up'ards. Then, once he hystes you a bit, you get a good grip of him with your teeth anywhere that comes first. He won't mind. That'll set your hands free, and then up you goes bit by bit till you gets right into the tree.
human
Yes, Joe; and then?
gpt
Well, my lad, then I'd set down striddling and have a rest.
human
Below there! Ready! cried Briggs.
gpt
I can't reach no further, youngster, but I think if you can climb up and grip we might manage it.
human
Yes! Coming!