"Why not?"
"We'd want four. Take a fortnight."
"Couldn't we overpower sentry and all get away through this hole?"
"No: too risky. Fellow outside would hear scuffle. Certain to. Sure you can get out?"
"To-morrow or next day."
"Make for hydroplane. Less risk for one. Go to Bolivar and get help if you can. Most likely you can't."
"Pity we can't tell others. They don't understand code."
"They'll know soon enough. There'll be a fine hullabaloo when the sentry misses you. Don't go without saying good-bye."
In the middle of the next night Will found that the opening was large enough to admit his body. He tapped on the partition. There was no answer. He tapped again: still no answer. The Chief was asleep. Fearing to let his chance slip, Will determined to go at once. Slowly and cautiously he wriggled through to the outside. A dark form was crouching among the weeds close to the opening. It gave a low grunt as Will appeared. Azito rose from his kneeling posture and began to move away, creeping like a shadow along the wall. Will stole after him.