And then he and Philip and the soldiers looked at each other in silence.
'Well ?' said the boy.
'Well ?' said the captain.
'I do wish,' said the boy, 'you'd tell me what you meant by my really happening after all.

And then I wish you'd tell me the way home.' 'Where do you want to get to ?' asked the captain.
'The _address_,' said Philip, 'is The Grange, Ravelsham, Sussex.' 'Don't know it,' said the captain briefly, 'and anyhow you can't go back there now.

Didn't you read the notice at the top of the ladder?
Trespassers will be prosecuted.

You've got to be prosecuted before you can go back anywhere.' 'I'd rather be persecuted than go down that ladder again,' he said.
'I suppose it won't be very bad--being persecuted, I mean ?' His idea of persecution was derived from books.

He thought it to be something vaguely unpleasant from which one escaped in disguise--adventurous and always successful.
'That's for the judges to decide,' said the captain, 'it's a serious thing trespassing in our city.