“Well?”
“Look out! I’m going to stave in this board with the end of the boat. It may hurt you if you get in the way.”
“The boat is below the level of the window, isn’t it?” asked Nick.
“Just a little,” was Patsy’s reply. “If it wasn’t, the water would pour into the cellar.”
“Then, how are you going to get the end of the boat against the boards, Patsy?”
“I’ll tilt the end, and bring it up against the window with the bow for a battering-ram. Get me?”
Nick smiled in the darkness at the ingenuity of his assistant, but he merely told Patsy to go ahead, without any more comment.
There was a pause, as Patsy rowed his boat a few yards from the wall.
He had quite worked out in his own mind how he meant to force his way.
The boat was heavy and flat-bottomed. Any extra weight at one end would always cause the other to stand up clear of the water.