Denham seized my hand and wrung it warmly.
“I like that,” he said; “but you shouldn’t have put in that ‘if we can.’”
“Obliged to,” I replied. “We may be stopped.”
“Oh, but I shall give the password.”
“We may find even that will not be enough. The orders are very strict now. Besides, if we did not come back the guard would report us missing, and then there’d be great excitement at once.”
“What would you do, then?” he asked.
“Take a lesson out of that Irishman’s book.”
“Knock two or three sentries on the head with a stone?”
“No, no,” I cried, laughing. “Get a couple of reins, tie them together, and then slide down from the wall.”
“Good!” exclaimed Denham; and, after a pause: “Better! Yes, that will do. Start from the far corner?”