We moved along slowly, but steadily, my guide seeming to know the way, and presently he opened a door with only a slight creak, and then whispered in my ear:
“We are in the lodge. Don’t breathe.”
Again we moved on and again stopped, and from one or two sharp clicks I judged him to be trying to open another door.
Suddenly he drew me forward. I felt a rush of cold air, and the next instant I was out of jail.
“Wait!” said my companion.
And he closed the wicket gate, and locked it noiselessly.
“If they find the gate open, they’ll smell a rat,” he remarked. “Now then, my boy, come on.”
CHAPTER XIV.
I BECOME A WANDERER AND FALL INTO LUCK.
I kept closely by his side, and for half an hour we moved along, keeping in the shadow of the houses, until we reached the outskirts of the town.