It'll help wi' the wall.

There! I've gotten my breath again and we can start." The ladder was fetched by Heritage and proved to be ancient and wanting many rungs, but sufficient in length.

The three stood silent for a moment, listening like stags, and then ran across the intervening lawn to the foot of the verandah wall.

Dougal went up first, then Heritage, and lastly Dickson, stiff and giddy from his long lie under the bushes.
Below the parapet the verandah floor was heaped with old garden litter, rotten matting, dead or derelict bulbs, fibre, withies, and strawberry nets.

It was Dougal's intention to pull up the ladder and hide it among the rubbish against the hour of departure.