It was well that it was so, for although only some twelve feet high inside, it was eight feet higher on its outer face, as a dry ditch encircled it.

Both came down in a heap on the sand that had crumbled from the face of the wall.
As soon as they picked themselves up, Dick exclaimed, "Keep along the foot of the wall, Surajah," and they dashed along until they reached the angle.

As they turned the corner, they heard a burst of voices from the wall where they had slid down, and several shots were fired.
Dick led the way along the ditch to the next angle, then left it and entered the village, and dashed along the street.
The sound of firing had roused many of the peasants.

Doors were opening, and men coming out.

Exclamations of surprise were heard, as the two figures rushed past, but no one thought of interfering with them.