My courage, I confess, was a little daunted as I clambered down to earth, and proceeded to feel my way carefully round the house for some more likely entry.

But entry there was none.

Every window and door was fast.

The moonlight, which swept fitfully over the stagnant swamp, struck only on sullen, forbidding walls, and the breeze, now fast rising, moaned round the eaves to a tune which sent a shudder through my vitals.
My courage seemed to die away with it.

But I determined to make one more round of the walls before I owned myself beaten.