That was a real idea. We both got on one side and pushed. The ladder moved a foot. By now the first man was half-way up.
“Shove hard!” says Mark. “Now!”
All three of us put our weight against it and it started, slow at first, but gradually getting faster, until it went with a swoop. The top man jumped all sprawled out and rolled over a couple of times when he struck.
“Whoop!” says I.
Mark grinned, and so did Motu.
“Good!” says Motu. “That will stop them for one moment. It is like the sieges of ancient strongholds in stories of my grandfather.”
They got up their ladders and tried again, but now we had the trick of it and put them over easy.
“I wish,” says Mark, “I knew what The Man is d-d-doin’.”
“Restin’,” says I.
“Not him,” says Mark. “He’s got a scheme. This attack in f-front wasn’t expected to win. He’d know better. It’s to cover up somethin’ m-more serious.”