I didn't want to wake up the old folks, that's all." The man cocked his eye at me in the most amiable manner, and released his hold.
"Boys is boys," he muttered.

He didn't attempt to stop me as I slipped through the gate.
Once beyond his clutches, I took to my heels and soon reached the Square, where I found forty or fifty fellows assembled, engaged in building a pyramid of tar-barrels.

The palms of my hands still tingled so that I couldn't join in the sport.

I stood in the doorway of the Nautilus Bank, watching the workers, among whom I recognized lots of my schoolmates.

They looked like a legion of imps, coming and going in the twilight, busy in raising some infernal edifice.