"I certainly do," said Dick. "Your pater doesn't understand,
Jack. He thinks we've just found a mare's nest, I fancy."

Jack's route of escape was not a difficult one. It led to the
roof of the scullery, at the back of the house, and then, by a
short and easy drop of a few feet, to the back garden. Once they
were in that, they had no trouble. They could not be heard or
seen from the front of the house, and it was a simple matter of
climbing fences until it was safe to circle back and strike the
road in front again. Jack led the way until they came to the
garage, which was at the end of the village, in the direction of
London.

Their course also took them nearer to Bray Park, but at the time
they did not think of this.

"There's where the wire starts from the garage, d'ye see!" said
Jack, pointing. "You see how easily We can follow it -- it runs
along those poles, right beside the road."

"It seems to be all right here," said Dick.

"Oh, yes. They wouldn't have cut it so near the village," said
Jack. "We'll have to follow it along for a bit, I fancy a mile or
so, perhaps. Better not talk much, either. And, I say, hadn't we
better stay in the shadow? They must have been watching us before
-- better not give them another chance, if we can help it," was
Jack's very wise suggestion. They had traveled nearly a mile when
Dick suddenly noticed that the telephone wire sagged between two
posts, "I think it has been. Cut -- and that we're near the