“Yes, I know,” cried Ned excitedly.
“Well, since I’ve been thinking about all this,” said Chris, speaking more freely, “it seemed—”
“One moment again,” cried Griggs, “it’s this side of the gully down which the enemy came.”
“Oh yes, some hundreds of yards.”
“To be sure!”
“I say, Griggs, don’t keep interrupting so,” cried Ned impatiently.
“Right! Go on, lad.”
“I fancied,” cried Chris, “if we could hide and wait till the enemy had all ridden into the bottom of the valley, we might tumble down stones and rocks from up above till the spaces beside that middle stone were all blocked up, and we might keep on till it was made so bad that no horse could be got over.”
“To be sure, nor mule neither. That’s for certain if we worked hard enough, and of course we would. Oh, yes; I could make such a bank there with a bar or a wooden lever as no pony could climb, or man either, if you come to that. Why, Chris, my lad, that’ll do.”
“You don’t think it wild and foolish?” said the boy, flushing.