“There's a friend that sticketh closer than any bloomin' brother, Mr. 76”, Harris said. “Try that game on again, and I give myself up; and where will _you_ be then?” “You silly wretch!” said Hogarth: “before I am free, there'll be a hundred difficulties and pains. Are you prepared to undergo them? You couldn't, if you tried”. “Bear ye one another's burdens, it _is_”, said Harris: “with thee by me what need I fear? Lawd Gawd, that wine was good! it's got into my poor 'ead, I believe. On, general; where thou leadest, I will follow”. Hogarth looked at him, half inclined to knock him down, and half to shelter, and save. “All right”, said he. “Can you climb?” “Climb, yes, like a bag of monkeys”. “Come, then”. He mounted three low steps before four doors at the north end of the infirmary buildings, where, as he had observed from the moor, a spout runs up the wall at its east end; and up this he began to climb. “'Old on!” called Harris: “I can't do that lot”. “_Sh-h-h!_--you must!--come--” Harris made three attempts before he reached the first footrest, and there stuck, vowing in loud whispers that he would no further go, and Hogarth had to come back, and encourage him up. Finally, they went running southward on the leads between the infirmary roof and its coping, and had hardly reached the south end when a whistle shrilled, and they saw a warder run across the exercise-yard with a lantern. “Stoop!” whispered Hogarth. Crouching, they stole along the south coping, and thence dropped to a flat cistern-top, Hogarth, with a painful “_Sh-h-h_”, catching Harris as he fell, for the signs of alarm and activity every moment increased. Up a series of little brick steps, the base of a chimney over the kitchen--then across another stretch of leads beneath which is the tailor's shop--then, stealing in shadow under the beams of overhanging eaves by a garret window, behind which was a light, and someone moving--then a spring of three feet between two cornices--then a running walk at a height of a hundred feet along a beading four inches wide, holding on with the upstretched arms--then, with course changed from south to east, along more leads--then a climb of ten feet up a glazed main--and now they were skulking behind the coping of the great No. 2 prison. Now, contiguous with the back of the bath-house is a wall which runs from No. 2 prison to the bell-tower, dividing the bath-house yard from the bell-yard; but the top is not horizontal, being lower at the bell-tower end, neither is it broad, and to reach it from the prison coping a drop of seven feet is necessary: this Harris refused to do. “Not for Joe”, said he: “I've already run my 'ead into enough perils by land and sea on your account. If this is what you've brought me out moonlighting here for....”