Presently the snoring recommenced.
She crept very slowly along the earthen floor, drawing her hands along the slabs as she went.

A splinter from one of them ran into her finger--but that did not matter.

Now she touched the door, which lay back towards her, for the blacks had not waited to close it.

She pushed it very softly, holding her breath at the creak of the hinge and listening intently for the recurrent snore which sounded through the window only three paces from her.
At last the thing was done--the padlock fastened, the key turned in the lock, and now in her pocket.

She dropped flat on the earth, her cloak drawn lightly between her knees, and wriggled snake-like, as Oola had done past Harris' windows, then pushed herself on hands and knees along the ground, squeezing her body against the palings of the yard, till she reached the Old Humpey on the opposite side.