The wall was not very high, and a spring enabled him to get his fingers on the top.

He was soon sitting there, and then dropped into the road behind.
The sound of his fall caught the ears of the soldiers, who were stationed at the back of the house from whence he had started, some fifty yards away.

There was a sharp challenge, and then, as no answer was given, four or five shots were fired, and there was a rush of feet along the road.
As it was only in the principal thoroughfares that a few lights were exhibited, the road would have been in complete darkness had not the clouds, just at that moment, blown away from the face of the moon, which was half full.
The shots, however, had been fired hastily, and Walter dashed off at full speed, unhurt.

He heard shouts from the roofs of the houses, and one or two shots were fired, but the chance of his being hit was but small.

The sound, however, told the soldiers and crowd in the front street that the fugitive was escaping at the rear, and there was a general rush down the street to the next turning.