“You think this is the right spot?” Don whispered.
“Yes,” returned Jim. “What time is it?”
Terry consulted a watch with a lighted dial. “Just five minutes of ten,” he replied. “We got here just in time.”
They had reached the property a few minutes before and had skirted the wall, halting at the place which Jim had believed to be opposite the spot where Gates and the man had conferred on the previous night. They straightened up and Jim reached upward, finding that he was just able to place his fingertips on the top of the wall.
“Give me a boost up,” he ordered.
Don cupped his hand and by the aid of this step Jim sprang onto the wall. For a moment there was silence as he peered down into the garden inside, and then he leaned toward them.
“This is the place,” he whispered. “Come on up.”
Terry formed the step by which Don joined his brother on the wall and then they both pulled the red-head up. Jim then looked carefully back of him.
“There are no lights back of us,” he said. “I’m pretty sure that no one can see us.”
They settled themselves to wait and the minutes dragged by. It seemed an age, though it was in reality only fifteen minutes when Terry hissed warningly.