Part 35 (1/2)
”Please, sir, I want the key of the lavatory. I want to see the doctor.
I'm indisposed,” said Wildney again, in a tone of such disciplined suavity, that the others shook with laughing.
Mr Harley opened the door about an inch, and peered out suspiciously.
”Oh, well, you must go and awake Mr Rose. I don't happen to have the key to-night.” And so saying, he shut the door.
”Phew! Here's a go!” said Wildney, recovering immediately. ”It'll never do to awake old Rose. He'd smell a rat in no time.”
”I have it,” said Pietrie. ”I've got an old nail, with which I believe I can open the lock quite simply. Let's try.”
”Quietly and quick, then,” said Eric.
In ten minutes he had silently shot back the lock with the old nail, and the boys were on the landing.
They carried their shoes in their hands, ran noiselessly down stairs, and went to the same window at which Eric and Wildney had got out before. Wildney had taken care beforehand to break the pane and move away the gla.s.s, so they had only to loosen the bar and slip through one by one.
It was cold and very dark, and as on the March morning they stood out in the playground, all four would rather have been safely and harmlessly in bed. But the novelty and the excitement of the enterprise bore them up, and they started off quickly for the house at which Mr Gordon and his pupils lived, which was about half a mile from the school. They went arm in arm to a.s.sure each other a little, for at first in their fright they were inclined to take every post and tree for a man in ambush, and to hear a recalling voice in every sound of cold wind and murmuring wave.
Not far from Mr Gordon's was a carpenter's shop, and outside of this there was generally a ladder standing. They had arranged to carry this ladder with them (as it was only a short one), climb the low garden-wall with it, and then place it against the house, immediately under the dovecot which hung by the first-story windows. Wildney, as the lightest of the four, was to take the birds, while the others held the ladder.
Slanting it so that it should be as far from the side of the window as possible, Wildney ascended and thrust both hands into the cot. He succeeded in seizing a pigeon with each hand, but in doing so threw the other birds into a state of such alarm that they fluttered about in the wildest manner, and the moment his hands were withdrawn, flew out with a great flapping of hurried wings.
The noise they made alarmed the plunderer, and he hurried down the ladder as fast as he could. He handed the pigeons to the others, who instantly wrung their necks.
”I'm nearly sure I heard somebody stir,” said Wildney; ”we haven't been half quiet enough. Here! let's crouch down in this corner.”
All four shrank up as close to the wall as they could, and held their breath. Someone was certainly stirring, and at last they heard the window open.
A head was thrust out, and Mr Gordon's voice asked sternly--
”Who's there?”
He seemed at once to have caught sight of the ladder, and made an endeavour to reach it; but though he stretched out his arm at full length he could not manage to do so.
”We must cut for it,” said Eric; ”it's quite too dark for him to see who we are, or even to notice that we are boys.”
They moved the ladder to the wall, and sprang over, one after the other, as fast as they could. Eric was last, and just as he got on the top of the wall he heard the back door open, and some one run out into the yard.
”Run for your lives,” said Eric hurriedly; ”it's Gordon, and he's raising the alarm.”
They heard footsteps following them, and an occasional shout of ”Thieves! thieves!”
”We must separate and run different ways, or we've no chance of escape.
We'd better turn towards the town to put them off the right scent,” said Eric again.
”Don't leave me,” pleaded Wildney; ”you know I can't run very fast.”
”No, Charlie, I won't,” and grasping his hand, Eric hurried him over the stile and through the fields as fast as he could, while Pietrie and Graham took the opposite direction.
Some one (they did not know who it was, but suspected it to be Mr Gordon's servant-man) was running after them, and they could distinctly hear his footsteps, which seemed to be half a field distant. He carried a light and they heard him panting. They were themselves tired, and in the utmost trepidation; the usually courageous Wildney was trembling all over, and his fear communicated itself to Eric. Horrible visions of a trial for burglary, imprisonment in the castle jail, and perhaps transportation, presented themselves to their excited imaginations, as the sound of the footsteps came nearer and nearer; ”I can't run any farther, Eric,” said Wildney. ”What shall we do? don't leave me, for Heaven's sake.”