As he approached the garden he saw two more men, rifles in hand, walking about, but paying little heed to them he kept on until he lay against the fence enclosing the garden.
It was a fence of palings, spiked at the top, and climbing it was a problem.

Studying the question for a moment or two he decided that it was too dangerous to be risked, and moving cautiously along he began to feel of the palings.

At last he came to one that was loose, and he pulled it entirely free at the bottom.

Then he slipped through and into the garden.

Here were long rows of grapevines, fastened on sticks, and, for a few moments, he lay flat behind one of the rows.