"He is, as you say, a sour-looking rascal, but I don't think that he is a fool, and none but a fool would run that risk for the sake of the money that we could give him; for, in any case, we should have to retain a portion of our store, in order to obtain disguises and maintain ourselves till we could find means of crossing the channel." "Then let us put that idea altogether aside, O'Neil, and give our whole attention to the manner in which we are to escape." "The manner in which we are to try to make our escape!" O'Neil repeated, with a laugh.
"Well, put it that way if you like.

Now, in the first place, there is the window, in the second the door, and lastly the walls and floor." "The door would withstand a battering ram," O'Sullivan said.

"I noticed, as I went out, that it was solid oak some four inches thick, with two bolts as well as the lock, and, moreover, if we could get through it we should be no nearer escaping than we are at present.

What with the corridors and passages, and the turnkeys and the outer gate, that course seems to me impossible.
"Let us come to the second point, the window." They looked up at it.

The sill was fully six feet from the ground.
The window was a little over a foot wide, with a heavy bar running down the centre, and cross bars.
"The first point is to see where it looks out on," Desmond said.
"I will stand against the wall, and as you are the lighter of the two, O'Neil, you can stand on my shoulder and have a good look out, and tell us what you see.
"Give him your hand, O'Sullivan.
"Put your foot on that, O'Neil, and then step on my shoulder." O'Neil was soon in his place.
"You need not hold me," he said.