Then I slowly dropped to the ground, Jeff following, and at last we all three stood safe in the garden, with most of our rope with us.
"Good-bye, Grandma!" whispered Terry, under his breath, and we crept softly toward the wall, taking advantage of the shadow of every bush and tree.

He had been foresighted enough to mark the very spot, only a scratch of stone on stone, but we could see to read in that light.

For anchorage there was a tough, fair-sized shrub close to the wall.
"Now I'll climb up on you two again and go over first," said Terry.
"That'll hold the rope firm till you both get up on top.

Then I'll go down to the end.

If I can get off safely, you can see me and follow--or, say, I'll twitch it three times.