“A gold piece.”
“Good luck to him, say I. Let us go into some wine-shop and have a bottle. What say you? Surely the house will be safe for half-an-hour.”
So speaking, the two watchmen went into the nearest wine-shop that was open.
Both Bates and Jack had watched them.
“Now’s our time, Bates,” said Jack.
They both disappeared down the dark carriage-way, which was screened by trees and bushes.
A STORMY INTERVIEW.—See Number 20.
They both whistled softly, and the signal was quickly answered.
“All right; the lads are up to their time.”