Griggs laughed now, and Ned looked uncomfortable.
“Oh! I see,” he drawled, very slowly. “I didn’t think of that.”
“Hah!” ejaculated Griggs, who looked very thoughtful. “Yes, that might be done. I don’t know of any such place, Chris, unless we could find one somewhere up above the terraces.”
“I’ve looked,” said Chris, shaking his head. “If there was a way up there it would be splendid, because we could put big stones ready, or loosen some of the steps so that we could break them away after we’d climbed up; but I can’t find anything. The cliff hangs over so.”
“Was that why you were poking about so up there this morning?” said Ned.
“Yes.”
“Well, you might have told me.”
“Yes, I might,” said Chris, smiling, “but it would have been a pity.”
“Why?”
“It would have spoiled your chance to have a laugh at me and call me a Paddy.”