Then, before it was over, they crept away and down the alley toward their own home.

This was directly across the alley from the Schofields' stable, and they were horrified at the sounds that issued from the interior of the stable store-room.

It was the St.Bartholomew's Eve of that neighbourhood.
"Man, man!" said Herman, shaking his head.

"Glad I ain' no white boy!" Verman seemed gloomily to assent..