Adventure stories; Fugitives from justice -- Fiction
I drew a plan of the prison and grounds on paper, estimating as best I
might all the possible checks we were like to meet with, and leaving a
balance of chances in our favour that we could effect our purpose in a
night.
The priest leaned his chin upon his arms as he lolled over the table on
which I eagerly explained my diagram, and sighed at one or two of the
feats of agility it assumed. There was, for example, a roof to walk
upon--the roof of the building we occupied--though how we were to get
there in the first place was still to be decided. Also there was a
descent from that roof on to the lower building at right angles, though
where the ladder or rope for this was to come from I must meanwhile
airily leave to fortune. Finally, there was--assuming we got into the
larger building, and in some unforeseeable way along its roof and clear
to the gable end--a part of the yard to cross, and the palisade to
escalade.
“Oh, lad! thou takest me for a bird,” cried his reverence, aghast at
all this. “Is thy poor fellow prisoner a sparrow? A little after this I
might do't with my own wings--the saints guide me!--but figure you that
at present I am not Philetas, the dwarf, who had to wear leaden shoes
lest the wind should blow him away. 'Twould take a wind indeed to stir
this amplitude of good humours, this sepulchre of twenty thousand good
dinners and incomputible tuns of liquid merriment. Pray, Paul, make
an account of my physical infirmities, and mitigate thy transport of
vaultings and soarings and leapings and divings, unless, indeed, thou
meditatest sewing me up in a sheet, and dragging me through the realms
of space.”
“We shall manage! we shall manage!” I insisted, now quite uplifted in a
fanciful occupation that was all to my tastes, even if nothing came
of it, and I plunged more boldly into my plans. They were favoured
by several circumstances--the first, namely, that we were not in the
uniform of the prison, and, once outside the prison, could mingle with
the world without attracting attention. Furthermore, by postponing the
attempt till the morrow night I could communicate with the Swiss, and
secure his cooperation outside in the matter of a horse or a vehicle, if
the same were called for. I did not, however, say so much as that to his
reverence, whom I did not wish as yet to know of my correspondence
with Bernard. Finally, we had an auspicious fact at the outset of our
attempt, inasmuch as the cell we were in was in the corridor next to
that of which the sous-officer had some surveillance, and I knew his
mind well enough now to feel sure he would help in anything that did not
directly involve his own position and duties. In other words, he was to
procure a copy of the key of our cell, and find a means of leaving it
unlocked when the occasion arose.
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