"Ropes, agility, and not being seen." "That's the hardest part," I urged, still hoping to dissuade him.

"One or another pair of eyes is on us every minute except at night." "Therefore we must do it at night," he answered.

"That's easy." "We've got to think that if they catch us we may not be so well treated afterward," said Jeff.
"That's the business risk we must take.

I'm going--if I break my neck." There was no changing him.
The rope problem was not easy.

Something strong enough to hold a man and long enough to let us down into the garden, and then down over the wall.
There were plenty of strong ropes in the gymnasium--they seemed to love to swing and climb on them--but we were never there by ourselves.
We should have to piece it out from our bedding, rugs, and garments, and moreover, we should have to do it after we were shut in for the night, for every day the place was cleaned to perfection by two of our guardians.
We had no shears, no knives, but Terry was resourceful.