“Come on,” says he, beginning to scramble down off the shed.
“Where to?” I asked.
“Anywheres but here,” says he. “It makes me mad to see them so close and not be able to d-d-do anything.”
So down we slid into the yard again.
CHAPTER XX
It looked pretty much to me like we were giving up—sort of deserting the ship. There we had been where we could actually see uncle and Jiggins and Collins, and we were going some place else. It seemed as if getting down off that roof and losing sight of them was about the same thing as running away. But then I looked at Mark. His chin stuck out like the cow-catcher on an engine. If I was going to draw a picture of Determination I’d have it look just like Mark did then. That was a little comfort.
“We got to hurry,” says I, sort of nervous-like.
“Hurry where?” says Mark, with just the commencement of a grin.
Well, there I was. I hadn’t any more idea what we ought to do than the man in the moon.
Mark started through the yard for the street. We climbed the first fence and that took us back of a hardware store—an area full of boxes and crates and all sorts of rubbish. We had to pick our way up close to the building. As we passed the door I saw Mark stop and stoop down. When he got up there was a coil of old half-inch rope in his hands—and he was grinning. I could see in a minnit he’d got his idea.