Oswald took good care to go second himself, though.

The others never understood this.

You don't expect it from girls; but I did think father would have understood without Oswald telling him, which of course he never could.
We all went slowly.
At the bottom of the turret stairs we stopped short.

Because the door there was bolted fast and would not yield to shoves, however desperate and united.
Only now somehow we felt that Mr Richard Ravenal was all right and quiet, but that some one had done it for a lark, or perhaps not known about anyone being up there.

So we rushed up, and Oswald told the others in a few hasty but well-chosen words, and we all leaned over between the battlements, and shouted, 'Hi! you there!' Then from under the arches of the quite-downstairs part of the tower a figure came forth--and it was the sailor who had had our milk sixpence.
He looked up and he spoke to us.