“Quick then. How?”
“There’s a kind o’ door up atop as opens right over and lies on its back. It’s got a bolt to it, but you can shove yer hand under when yer gets up inside them little palings and push it back. Then yer can open the door and get in.”
“How do you know?” said Sam sharply.
“How do I know? ’Cause I’ve done it.”
“But up there? How did you get up?”
“Ladder,” said the lad laconically.
“What, is there a ladder here?”
“No,” said Pete.
“Bah!” ejaculated Sam. “What’s the good of telling me that, then?”
Pete chuckled now with satisfaction, as if he enjoyed his companion’s trouble.