It appeared he had made a pretty careful study of the environment.
From our end window that faced the point of the promontory we could get
a fair idea of the stretch of wall, and the drop below. Also from the
roof we could make out more, and even, in one place, glimpse a sort of
path below the wall.
"It's a question of three things," he said. "Ropes, agility, and
not being seen."
"That's the hardest part," I urged, still hoping to dissuade him.
"One or another pair of eyes is on us every minute except at night."
"Therefore we must do it at night," he answered. "That's easy."
"We've got to think that if they catch us we may not be so
well treated afterward," said Jeff.
"That's the business risk we must take. I'm going--if I break
my neck." There was no changing him.
The rope problem was not easy. Something strong enough to
hold a man and long enough to let us down into the garden, and
then down over the wall. There were plenty of strong ropes in
the gymnasium--they seemed to love to swing and climb on
them--but we were never there by ourselves.
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