I went and fetched Francis and Monica.  Maggs shrunk back as they came in.

“I bean’t fit cumpany for no lady, zur,” he whispered to me, “I be that durty, fair crawling I be ...  We couldn’t keep clean nohow in that camp!”

All the good soldier’s horror of dirt was in his voice.

“That’s all right, Maggs,” I answered soothingly, “she’ll understand!”

We sat down on the floor in the light of Sapper Maggs’ candle, and Francis and I reviewed our situation.  The cave we were in ... an old Smuggler’s cache ... was where Francis had spent several days during his different attempts to get across the frontier.  The border line was only about a quarter of a mile distant and ran right through the forest.  There was no live-wire fencing in the forest, such as the Germans have erected along the frontier between Holland and Belgium.  The frontier was guarded by patrols.  These patrols were posted four men to every two hundred yards along the line through the forest, so that two men, patrolling in pairs, covered a hundred yards apiece.

It was now half-past five in the evening.  We both agreed that we should certainly make the attempt to cross the frontier that night.  Francis nudged me, indicating the sapper with his eyes.

“Maggs,” I said, “we are all in a bad way, but our case is more desperate than yours.  I shall not tell you more than this, that, if we are caught, any of us three, we shall be shot, and anyone caught with us will fare the same.  If you will take my advice, you will leave us and start off by yourself:  the worst that can happen to you is to be sent back to your camp.  You will be punished for running away, but you won’t lose your life!”

Sapper Maggs shook his yellow head.

“I’ll stay,” he answered stolidly; “it’s more cumfortable-like for us four to ’old together, and it’s a better protection for the lady.  I bean’t afear’d of no Gers, I bean’t!  I’ll go along o’ yew officers and the lady, if yew don’t mind, zur!”

So it was settled, and we four agreed to unite forces.  Before we set out Francis wanted to go and reconnoitre.  I thought he had done more than his share that day, and said so.  But Francis insisted.

“I know my way blindfold about the forest, old man” he said “it’ll be far safer for me than for you.  I’ll leave you the map and mark the route you are to follow, so that you can find the way if anything happens to me.  If I’m not back by midnight, you ought certainly not to wait any longer, but make the attempt by yourselves.”

My brother handed me back the document and went over the route we were to follow on the map.  Then he deposited his bundle in the cave and declared himself ready.

“And don’t forget old Clubfoot’s box,” he said by way of a parting injunction.

Monica took him out to the entrance of our refuge.  She was dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief when she returned.  To divert her thoughts, I questioned her about the events that had led to my rescue, and she told me how, at Francis’ request, she had got all the servants out of the Castle on different pretexts.  It was Francis who had got rid of the soldiers remaining as a guard.