“And would a Kelly give the alarm, afther he said on his hanner? Sure, you might thrust me.”
“Over with you, then, Bart,” whispered Abel; “I’ll stand over him here. Take the gun.”
Bart obeyed, and Abel stood with one hand upon the sentry’s shoulder, and the bayonet close to his throat.
“An’ is that the way you thrust a gintleman?” said Dinny, contemptuously, as Bart, with all a sailor’s and rock-climber’s activity, drew himself up, and dropped from the top of the wall at the side.
“Now, you over,” whispered Abel. “We shall take you with us till we’re safe; but so sure as you give warning of our escape, you lose your life!”
“Ah! ye may thrust me,” said the sentry, quickly. “Is it over wid me?”
“Yes; quick!”
The man scaled the gate as easily as Bart had done before him, and then Abel followed; but as he reached the top and shuffled sidewise to the wall, which he bestrode, there was the sound of a shot, followed by another, and another, and the fierce baying of dogs.
“Bedad, they’ve seen ye,” said the sentry, as Abel dropped down.
“They’ve been in the barrack,” whispered Bart.