"We must rely upon our heels for that. Give me six yards the start, and I defy any barber in the Canadas to overtake me. We must show Master Timothy that we have not played at cricket, or run foot races on the wind-mill common for nothing."
"But what missiles shall we use?—have you thought of that, Mon Général?"
"What can be better than these?" said I, taking up a couple of billets of oak from the stove-pan.
"Admirable! And when shall we proceed to business?"
"Now—this very hour—we cannot wish a darker night; and the sooner we carry our design into effect the better."
"Very true, for Shakspeare says, that
| 'Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.' |
We will dream as little upon it as possible."
"Allons donc! Take your billets, and let us march."
We sallied forth into the street. It was about nine o'clock, and all was quiet. The light from Crop's window shone brightly in the distance, and invited us to our revenge.