So we thought it better to wait.
As I said, it was Guy Fawkes Day, and if it had not been we should never have been able to be bandits at all, for the unwary traveller we did catch had been forbidden to go out because he had a cold in his head.
But he would run out to follow a guy, without even putting on a coat or a comforter, and it was a very damp, foggy afternoon and nearly dark, so you see it was his own fault entirely, and served him jolly well right.
We saw him coming over the Heath just as we were deciding to go home to tea.

He had followed that guy right across to the village (we call Blackheath the village; I don't know why), and he was coming back dragging his feet and sniffing.
'Hist, an unwary traveller approaches!' whispered Oswald.
'Muffle your horses' heads and see to the priming of your pistols,' muttered Alice.

She always will play boys' parts, and she makes Ellis cut her hair short on purpose.

Ellis is a very obliging hairdresser.
'Steal softly upon him,' said Noel; 'for lo! 'tis dusk, and no human eyes can mark our deeds.' So we ran out and surrounded the unwary traveller.

It turned out to be Albert-next-door, and he was very frightened indeed until he saw who we were.
'Surrender!' hissed Oswald, in a desperate-sounding voice, as he caught the arm of the Unwary.