daring dash for escape, when he sped from the bush and climbed the
wall, followed by the bullets that the searchers fired after him.
Harry started, hurting his imprisoned ankle terribly by the wrench
his sudden movement gave. Then he listened eagerly for the cry he
dreaded yet expected to hear that would tell him that Dick had
been hit. It did not come. Instead, he heard more men running,
and then in a moment all within the wall was quiet, and he could
hear the hue and cry dying away as they chased him along the road
outside.

"Well, by Jove!" he said to himself, enthusiastically, "I believe
Dick's fooled them. I didn't think he had it in him! That's
bully for him! He ought to get a medal for that!"

It was some moments before he realized fully that he had gained a
respite, temporally at least. Obviously the two men who had been
searching with flashlights had followed Dick, there was at least a
good chance that no one else knew about him. He had decided that
there was some system of signal wires that rang an alarm when a
trap was sprung. But it might be that these two men were the only
ones who were supposed to follow up such an alarm.

He carried a flashlight himself and now he took the chance of
playing it on his ankle, to see if there was any chance of escape.
He hooded the light with his hand and looked carefully. But what
he saw was not encouraging. The steel band looked most
formidable. It was on the handcuff principle and any attempt to
work his foot loose would only make the grip tighter and increase
his suffering. His spirits fell at that. Then the only thing his
brief immunity would do for him would be to keep him in pain