Mr. Armorer stepped in, Shuey following; and then, before Harry
could enter it, the elevator shot upward and--stuck!

"What's the matter?" cried Armorer.

Shuey was tugging at the wire rope. He called, in tones that seemed
to come from a panting chest: "Take a pull at it yourself, sir!
Can you move it?"

Armorer grasped the rope viciously; Shuey was on the seat pulling
from above. "We're stuck, sir, fast!"

"Can't you get down either?"

"Divil a bit, saving your presence, sir. Do ye think like the water-works
could be busted?"

"Can't you make somebody hear?" panted Armorer.

"Well, you see there's a deal of noise of the machinery,"
said Shuey, scratching his chin with a thoughtful air,
"and they expect we've gone up!"

"Best try, anyhow. This infernal machine may take a notion
to drop!" said Armorer.

"And that's true, too," acquiesced Shuey. Forthwith he did lift up
his voice in a loud wailing: "OH--H, Jimmy! OH--H, Jimmy Ryan!"