"Yes; let us show ourselves, and go back to prison, or—"
But before he could complete his proposition, they were jerked in the sack up on to their feet.
"Come, let's do it quick"
"Good!"
"Phew!" grunted Barthes; "it's precious heavy."
"Heavy enough for two," said Fleon.
"Over with it. Now, then, both together at the word three."
"One."
"Two."
"Three."