"They'd set rather heavy on her stomach," said Phaeton. "But how are we going to get a lock for this door?"
"I don't see that we can get one at all," said Ned.
I suggested that the door of the wood-shed might be nailed up, to keep out the Dublin boys, till we had a chance to get a padlock.
"That's a first-rate idea," said Phaeton, and he at once brought out the hammer and nail-box, and began to nail up the door. It was a heavy, panelled door, which had evidently come from some old mansion that was torn down.
"It's as well to make it strong while we're about it," said he; "for if those fellows should come, they'd pry it open if they could," and he put in a few more nails.
"Father showed me how to drive nails so as to make them hold," said I. "Let me show you;" and taking the hammer from his hand, I drove eight or ten more nails into the door, driving them in pairs, each pair slanting in opposite directions.
"That's a thing worth knowing," said Ned. "Let me practice on it a little."
He took the hammer, and drove one or two pairs in the manner I had shown him, and was so pleased with his success, that he kept on till he had used up all the nails in the box.
"No Dublin boy is going to get that car this night," said he, as he gave a final blow to the last nail.
"No," said Phaeton; "I think that's pretty safe."