"Wha'—wha'—'ll—we do—Rufush?"
"I'll tell you. You can jump through a window but not through a glass. Now you count—one two—three,"—this to the red-faced man—"and when you say 'three' I'll give a run and jump. If I fall back, you'll know it's the mirror, and fling the bottle quick through the other. Ready, count!"
"One," said the red-faced man.
Louis raised his arm and I prepared for a dash.
"Two!"
Louis brought back his arm to gain stronger sweep.
"Three!"
I gave a leap and made as though I had fallen back. There was the pistol-shot splintering of bottle and mirror crashing down to the floor. The window frame gave with a burst, and I was outside rushing past the sleepy sentinel, who poured out a volley of curses after me.