will be caught and patched."

"Where's the umbrel?" asked Cap'n Bill.

"I don't know. I can't find it. But all the palace is aroused, and
the Boolooroo is furious. Come, let's get away at once!"

"Where'll we go?" inquired Trot.

"We must make for the open country and hide in the Fog Bank or in
the Arch of Phinis," replied the boy.

They did not stop to argue any longer, but all three stepped out of
the little door into the street, where they first clasped hands so
they would not get separated in the dark, and then ran as swiftly as
they could down the street, which was deserted at this hour by the
citizens. They could not go very fast because the sailorman's wooden
leg was awkward to run with and held them back, but Cap'n Bill
hobbled quicker than he had ever hobbled before in all his life, and
they really made pretty good progress.

They met no one on the streets and continued their flight until at
last they came to the City Wall, which had a blue-iron gate in it.
Here was a Blueskin guard, who had been peacefully slumbering when
aroused by the footsteps of the fugitives. "Halt!" cried the guard
fiercely.

Cap'n Bill halted long enough to grab the man around his long neck
with one hand and around his long leg with the other hand. Then he
raised the Blueskin in the air and threw him far over the wall. A