Happily our hero had then gained the wall, to which he was clinging; and for once in a way, one rogue raised himself without throwing over another.
Behold Tomlinson and Paul now seated for an instant on the wall to recover breath; the latter then,--the descent to the ground was not very great,--letting his body down by his hands, dropped into the garden.
"Hurt ?" asked the prudent Augustus, in a hoarse whisper, before he descended from his "bad eminence," being even willing-- "To bear those ills he had, Than fly to others that he knew not of" "No!" without taking every previous precaution in his power, was the answer in the same voice, and Augustus dropped.
So soon as this latter worthy had recovered the shock of his fall, he lost not a moment in running to the other end of the garden.

Paul followed.

By the way Tomlinson stopped at a heap of rubbish, and picked up an immense stone.

When they came to the part of the wall they had agreed to scale, they found the watchman,--about whom they needed not, by the by, to have concerned themselves; for had it not been arranged that he was to have met them, the deep fog would have effectually prevented him from seeing them.

This faithful guardian Augustus knocked down, not with a stone, but with ten guineas; he then drew forth from his dress a thickish cord, which he procured some days before from the turnkey, and fastening the stone firmly to one end, threw that end over the wall.