Mithsis--BUJERI White Mary! You gib it key to Oola.' The key was in Oola's hand.

'BA-AL me tell,' whispered Bridget.

'You go quick.' She, too, bent her body and followed Oola, who sped like a hunted hare round the comer of the Old Humpey.

Now she wriggled in the shadow of the yard railings.

Now she crept stealthily past Harris' window--and--oh! DEBIL--DEBIL be praised! the Police sergeant's stertorous snoring was clearly audible.
Blessed, likewise, be the retiring moon and the sweeping clouds! Lady Bridget, every nerve a-quiver and the rushing blood throbbing in her temples, also crept noiselessly beneath the window in the wake of Oola, crawling like Oola, but more to the back of the hide-house into the shelter of its drooping bark eaves.
Bending cautiously round the slabs, she watched, as the gin, with a swift wriggling motion like that of a snake, drew herself along the sunken earth floor beneath the eaves and then, softly raising herself to the level of the padlock, put in the key.