"Let's get up on the roof and tear off some of the shingles.
We can climb up by those posts that support the roof of the porch." "O, it is easy enough to get up there, but what good will it do to tear off the shingles?
We couldn't get the birds out unless one of us went down after them, and it wouldn't be me, I tell you!" "We'll not try to get the birds at all.

We'll leave the holes open so that they can escape.

Wouldn't that be better than allowing them to stay here for Dave Evans to make money out of ?" "I should say it would," exclaimed Bob, who always grew angry whenever anything was said about David's chances of making money.
"But we'll first make one more effort to get the birds ourselves.
Hold me up again and don't wobble about as you did before." In a few seconds more Bob was again perched upon his companion's shoulders, and this time he was sure that his efforts would be crowned with success.

The planks were fastened to the window casing, which, on one side, was too badly decayed to hold the spikes.

He started some of them with the first pull he made at his lever, and, encouraged by his progress, was about to prepare for a greater effort, when Lester uttered an exclamation of alarm and jumped from under him.
"Great Moses!" exclaimed Bob, who came to the ground with fearful violence.