The loose bar gave way after a very little coaxing, and next minute I was out of the casement and in the little courtyard.

One or two windows overlooked it, but either these were too high for any one to look from, or there was no one to look, or if there was, the attraction of the ghastly scene going on at the other side took them the other way.

And to this same attraction, no doubt, was due the fact that no sentry was patrolling the back of the prison.
I succeeded by means of the rubbish heap in scaling the wall.

But before leaping down on the other side, the thought occurred to me that if I could hide somewhere near till night, I should have a better chance of escaping with my pursuers ahead of me than behind me.
By following the line of the wall I found I could reach a corner of the prison where there was a blank wall, up which a gutter pipe ran to the rambling, gabled roof, where, if I could only reach it, I should hardly be looked for.
The clamber was a perilous one, especially as the heavy rain rendered the iron pipe more than usually slippery.

But I was sailor enough to understand how to grip with hands and feet, and succeeded with no great difficulty in reaching the top and hiding myself away in a deep angle of the roof--not safe, indeed, but with time at least to breathe and consider what next.
Nor was I too soon; for I had not lain there two minutes before I heard a sudden shout and rush of feet in the yard below, and knew that my escape had been discovered and that a price was upon my head..