"From the boiler-house," he informed them as they stood clear for the thing to drop.

It proved to be little more than half the height of the wall.
Saskia ascended first, and had no difficulty in pulling herself over the parapet.

Then came the guns and ammunition, and then the one-armed Sime, who turned out to be an athlete.

But it was no easy matter getting up the last three.

Sir Archie anathematized his frailties.
"Nice old crock to go tiger--shootin' with," he told the Princess.