We went very quietly down to Horace House, and found the double doors were shut.
You know just what they're like, how the wall curves in a bit, and there's a scraper close to the gate-post, on either side, about a foot from the ground.

We'd got an old play-box cord with us, and we tied it to each of the scrapers.

The doors have a sort of iron ring for a handle, and through this we stuck a broken cricket-stump, and Mug and I held the two ends so that you couldn't possibly lift the latch on the inside.

Then--but you go on, Diggy." "Well, then," continued the other, "I scrambled oh to these two chaps' shoulders, and looked over the top of the door.

We could hear some of the Philistines knocking about on the gravel, and I saw there were about half a dozen of them playing footer with a tennis-ball.