upon the floor.  At the end of three weeks I had separated the stone, and had the rapture of drawing it through, and seeing a hole left with ten stars shining through it, where there had been but four before.  All was ready for us now, and I had replaced the stone, smearing the edges of it round with a little fat and soot, so as to hide the cracks where the mortar should have been.  In three nights the moon would be gone, and that seemed the best time for our attempt.

I had now no doubt at all about getting into the yards, but I had very considerable misgivings as to how I was to get out again.  It would be too humiliating, after trying here, and trying there, to have to go back to my hole again in despair, or to be arrested by the guards outside, and thrown into those damp underground cells which are reserved for prisoners who are caught in escaping.  I set to work, therefore, to plan what I should do.  I have never, as you know, had the chance of showing what I could do as a general.  Sometimes, after a glass or two of wine, I have found myself capable of thinking out surprising combinations, and have felt that if Napoleon had intrusted me with an army corps, things might have gone differently with him.  But however that may be, there is no doubt that in the small stratagems of war, and in that quickness of invention which is so necessary for an officer of light cavalry, I could hold my own against anyone.  It was now that I had need of it, and I felt sure that it would not fail me.

The inner wall which I had to scale was built of bricks, 12ft. high, with a row of iron spikes, 3in. apart upon the top.  The outer I had only caught a glimpse of once or twice, when the gate of the exercise yard was open.  It appeared to be about the same height, and was also spiked at the top.  The space between the walls was over twenty feet, and I had reason to believe that there were no sentries there, except at the gates.  On the other hand, I knew that there was a line of soldiers outside.  Behold the little nut, my friends, which I had to open with no crackers, save these two hands.

One thing upon which I relied was the height of my comrade Beaumont.  I have already said that he was a very tall man, six feet at least, and it seemed to me that if I could mount upon his shoulders, and get my hands upon the spikes, I could easily scale the wall.  Could I pull my big companion up after me?  That was the question, for when I set forth with a comrade, even though it be one for whom I bear no affection, nothing on earth would make me abandon him.  If I climbed the wall and he could not follow me, I should be compelled to return to him.  He did not seem to concern himself much about it, however, so I hoped that he had confidence in his own activity.