Help! oh my! help!" "Come down," I panted as well as I could for want of breath, "come down!" and I gave the leg I held a tremendous shake.
"Oh!--oh! Pray let me go this time, sir." "Come down," I cried again fiercely, and I nearly dragged him from the wall, as I held on with all my might.
"No, sir! oh, sir! It wasn't me, sir.

It was--oh, please let me go!" The voice sounded as if it were on the outside of the wall, as my captive hung by his elbows and chest, while I could feel the leg I held quiver and tremble as I tugged hard to get its owner down into the garden; but distant and muffled as that voice was, it seemed familiar when it yelled again: "Oh I pray let me go this time, sir." "No," I shouted, as I gave the leg a snatch and hung on, "Come down, you thieving rascal, come down." "Why, it's you, is it ?" came from the top of the wall, a little plainer now.
"What! George Day!" I exclaimed, but without relaxing my hold.
"Oh, you sneak!" he cried.

"Let go, will you." "No," I cried stoutly.

"Come down." "Sha'n't.

It ain't your place.