“I think it’s grand.”
“You do?”
“I do, really, my lad. There’s only one thing that I can see against it.”
“Ah, here it comes,” cried Ned excitedly; “I knew he’d be sure and sit upon it.”
“Of course,” said Griggs, laughing, “or step upon it to see if it’ll bear our weight.”
“What’s wrong, then?”
“Only this,” said Griggs slowly. “How are you going to get your birds into the trap?”
“Ha, ha!” laughed Ned. “To be sure. There you are, Chris: how are you going to get your birds into the trap?”
Chris laughed too, but very gently.
“I’ve been thinking of all that,” he said, “and I don’t quite see yet. I could manage it easily enough if there was a way out that we could climb. Then we could retreat before them some time, and they’d follow us in; and as soon as they had all ridden in the door of the trap could be closed.”