“Couldn’t carry out your plan—eh, Clark? I was afraid it wouldn’t work.”
“But it did work,” said Clark, quietly.
“Do you mean that you succeeded in undermining the wall?” cried Hamlin, eagerly.
“Yes,” said Clark, “and it would only take a little more digging to make it mighty unsafe for those fellows to dance any more jigs up there.”
“But I don’t see any opening,” said Hamlin.
“No—I kicked some snow into the opening so they wouldn’t discover it if any of ’em should come outside the fort.”
“Good for you, Clark,” cried Reed joyfully. “I tell you what, Hamlin, I began to think I was getting tired of plain fighting up there. Some of those chaps don’t fight fair. They whack altogether too hard about a fellow’s head.”
“That’s so,” assented several.
“Yes, I think myself they pommeled us too severely this last time,” said Hamlin; “but if Clark’s plan is a success, we’ll snake ’em out of their snug quarters before long. How do you think we’d better go at it, Clark?”
“I should think it would be best to make an attack at each end as we did last time, and while you keep them busy so, I’ll go through my tunnel again and pull down a little more snow under the middle. Then I’ll back out and give a signal to let you know I’m ready, and then both parties might drop down and make a dash for the walls in the middle. Of course Griffin and his men will rush there, and the sudden rush and weight will break through what’s left of the wall and down they’ll tumble, and up we’ll scramble and swarm over the walls before they can pick themselves up.”