“Where?”
“On that roof.”
“I see.”
The lieutenant ran for the building, Jerry after. There was no way of climbing atop.
“Here, you men! Place that cart for me.”
A broken cart was trundled to the wall of the building; the heavy tongue just reached the top. [Lieutenant Grant used this as a ladder.] He shinned up, Jerry following, while the men below formed file to join.
[LIEUTENANT GRANT USED THIS AS A LADDER]
But somebody had been ahead of the lieutenant. He was one man: none other than Fifer O’Toole, parading back and forth with a musket. Fifer O’Toole grinned.