“Shure, sor, let us stay here by the opening. Pretty quick the blathershites will all be gone by. Shure, thin, we kin slip out av here, an’ p’r’aps foinde our way out through the main passage. Do yez see?”
“There is logic in your plan, Barney,” declared Frank. “I think we will try it.”
Accordingly the two fugitives waited for their pursuers to pass.
Soon they were heard in the upper gallery, and it seemed as if the coast was clear.
“Bejabers, now’s our toime,” cried Barney.
“All right,” agreed Frank. “Let us try the game.”
“Will yez lead the way, and I’ll folly, if it is to perdition?”
“I will.”
Frank crept out into the gallery.
He cast a glance up the gallery and saw nobody.