"You have!"
And the blind man turned his head to the right and to the left, almost as though looking out to see if they were unwatched.
"Yes; the prison yard is only the other side of the gate. Now that gate is kept by a porter who is already in our interest."
"Good, good, Tomaso!" quoth the blind man.
"Now, listen."
"Go on," returned the blind man, in an eager tone.
"At noon the prisoners are in the yard. If we could but get that gate open for an instant, and have our men ready hereabouts for a rush—"
"Yes, yes."
"Who can tell what may happen?"
"Good again—good again! ha, ha, ha! that's brave, that is. Why, the mob of idle sightseers who crowd about the prison gates at noon to watch the prisoners might all be poor blind wretches or helpless cripples like you and I."