The moonlight shone in the pantry window. I remember taking things from a tin pan and putting them in my pockets. They were a sort of sweet, crusty biscuit. Calhoun put a piece of silver where were no more biscuits, and we slid through the window, and crept along in the shadow of the house.
“Hiop!” said someone close by and softly, through the crack of a window next the pantry. “Hol' on.”
We stopped short.. The window went up slowly, and Mr. Todd leaned out in his shirt.
“Where you goin' th'ough my window?”
“Going to cut and run,” said Calhoun despondently, “if you don't object. If you do, we yield the point. You needn't make a row.”
“Wha' for you goin'?”
“Captain's down on us.”
“Jemima! But I bet you chaps is Yanks, both of ye. Tell ye how I guess it——”
Mrs. Todd appeared as a white outline further back in the room, and said something.
“Hey?” said Mr. Todd.