"Oh, I"ll manage that," said Wildney, chuckling. "But come again and awake me at twelve, will you?"
Eric went to his room and lay down, but he didn"t take off his clothes, for fear he should go to sleep. Dr. Rowlands came round as usual at eleven, and then Eric closed his eyes for a few minutes, till the head-master had disappeared. After that he lay awake thinking for an hour, but his thoughts weren"t very pleasant.
At twelve he went and awoke Wildney.
"I don"t feel very sleepy. Shall I sit with you for your hour, Charlie?"
"Oh, do! I should like it of all things. But douse the glim there; we shan"t want it, and it might give the alarm."
"All right."
So Eric went and sat by his dangerous little friend, and they talked in low voices until they heard the great school clock strike one. They then woke Pietrie, and Eric went off to bed again.
At three Graham awoke him, and dressing hastily, he joined the others in the lavatory.
"Now, I"m going to get the key," said Wildney, "and mean to have a stomach-ache for the purpose."
Laughing quietly he went up to the door of Mr. Harley"s bed-room, which opened out of the lavatory, and knocked.
No answer. He knocked a little louder. Still no answer. Louder still.
"Bother the fellow," said Wildney; "he sleeps like a grampus. Won"t one of you try to wake him?"
"No," said Graham; ""taint dignified for fifth-form boys to have stomach-aches."
"Well, I must try again." But it seemed no use knocking, and Wildney at last, in a fit of impatience, thumped a regular tattoo on the bed-room door.
"Who"s there?" said the startled voice of Mr. Harley.
"Only me, sir!" answered Wildney, in a mild and innocent way.
"What do you want?"
"Please, sir, I want the key of the lavatory. 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 about 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 safe 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 wind and 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. Some one 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 endeavor to reach it; but though he stretched out his arm at full length, he could not do so.
"We must cut for it," said Eric; "it"s quite too dark for him to see us, 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 to 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 style and through the fields, 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.
"I can"t run any further, Eric," said Wildney. "What shall we do? don"t leave me, for heaven"s sake."
"Not I, Charlie. We must hide the minute we get t"other side of this hedge."
They scrambled over the gate, and plunged into the thickest part of a plantation close by, lying down on the ground behind some bushes, and keeping as still as they could, taking care to cover over their white collars.
The pursuer reached the gate, and no longer hearing footsteps in front of him, he paused. He went a little distance up the hedge on both sides and held up his light, but did not detect the cowering boys, and at last giving up the search in despair, went slowly home. They heard him plodding back over the field, and it was not until the sound of his footsteps had died away, that Eric cautiously broke cover, and looked over the hedge. He saw the man"s light gradually getting more distant, and said, "All right now, Charlie. We must make the best of our way home."
"Are you sure he"s gone?" said Wildney, who had not yet recovered from his fright.
"Quite; come along. I only hope Pietrie and Graham ain"t caught."
They got back about half-past four, and climbed in unheard and undetected through the window pane. They then stole up stairs with beating hearts, and sat in Eric"s room to wait for the other two. To their great relief they heard them enter the lavatory about ten minutes after.
"Were you twigged?" asked Wildney eagerly.
"No," said Graham; "precious near it though. Old Gordon and some men were after us, but at last we doubled rather neatly, and escaped them.
It"s all serene, and we shan"t be caught."
"Well, we"d best to bed now," said Eric; "and, to my thinking, we should be wise to keep a quiet tongue in our heads about this affair."