But the ledge on which we were overhung the side of the house, and the pipe began under it, just below where we stood.
"We must try, anyhow," said Jack, desperately.

"I'll go first; catch hold of my hands, Fred." And he was actually going to attempt to scramble over and round under the ledge, when he suddenly paused, and cried, "Hold hard.

I do believe this bit of ledge is loose!" So it was.

It shook as we stood upon it.
"We might be able to move it," said Jack.
So we knelt down and with all our might tugged away at the stone that divided us from our water-pipe.

It was obstinate at first, but by dint of perseverance it yielded to pressure at last, and we were able triumphantly to lift it from its place.
It was easy enough now reaching the pipe.