"We must throw away these heavy canes," whispered the painter to
his friend, who was a pace or so ahead.

"Keep it! We'll need one of them to crack that fellow's head at
the gate. 'Gad, it's dark along here!"

"How the devil are we to know where to go?"

"We'll stop when we come to the gate where we climbed up the wall
to-day. That is the only entrance I saw along the west wall, and
it is near the castle. Just as soon as the gang enters that gate
we'll crawl up and get rid of the fellow who stands watch."
It was so dark that they could barely see the roadway, and they
found it necessary to cease talking as they slunk along beside
the wall. Occasionally they paused to listen, fearing that they
might draw too close upon the men who had gone before. At last
they came to a big gate and halted.

"Is this the gate?" whispered Anguish.

"Sh! Yes, I'm quite sure. We are undoubtedly near the castle,
judging by the distance we have come. Let us cross the road and
lie directly opposite. Be careful!"

Like panthers they stole across the road and down a short, grassy
embankment. At Anguish's suggestion Lorry wrapped his
handkerchief tightly about the heavy end of his cane, preparing
in that way to deaden the sound of the blow that was to fall upon
the Vienna man's head. Then they threw aside their hats,