“How, my lad?”
“I will get up on the wall, sir, and drop one of them big stones right down over him.”
“Good! Do.”
“Wish I had thought of that,” said Dean. “I should just like that job.”
“Never mind; let Buck try. Send down a big one!” cried Mark.
“I just will, sir,” said the man, and climbing quickly up to the top of the wall he edged his way along the stones till he found what he considered a suitable block, loosened it, but not without considerable effort, for it was hard to move, and then turned it over and over till he forced it to the edge of the crumbling wall.
“That about right, sir?” he cried.
“No; two feet farther along. That’s right! Now then, all ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Give it a gentle push then, when you get the word from me. I want it to fall close in there.”