Will then returned to the prison. When the appointed day [pg 281]arrived he put only a few small articles into his box. For these he paid cash. Then he said good-bye to four or five of the officers with whom he was most friendly.
“You are mad to try to escape,” one of them said, “there is no getting over the walls.”
“I am going to try at any rate. I am utterly sick of this life.”
“But you may be exchanged before long.”
“It is most improbable,” he said. “Only a few are exchanged at a time, and as I have not a shadow of influence my name would not be included in the list.”
“But how are you going to attempt it?”
“Now that I must keep to myself. A plan may succeed once, but may fail if it is tried again. I really think I have a chance of getting through, but of course I may be caught. However, I am going to take the risk.”
“Well, I wish you luck, but I can hardly even hope that you will succeed.”
After going about the town as usual, without making any serious effort to sell his goods, Will made his way, towards the end of the day, to the house in the lane. Marie was standing at the door. As he approached she looked anxiously up and down the street, to be certain that there was no one there, and then beckoned to him to enter quickly. He obeyed at once, and she closed the door behind him. “Are you sure no one saw you enter, monsieur?” she said.
“Yes,” he said, “I am quite certain.”