"Thank God for that!"
"Of course I was stunned," he murmured, "and no thanks to you that
I wasn't brained. Not to know me in the kit you've seen scores of
times! You never looked at me, Bunny; you didn't give me time to
open my mouth. I was going to let you run me in so prettily! We'd
have walked off arm-in-arm; now it's as tight a place as ever we
were in, though you did get rid of old blow-pipes rather nicely.
But we shall have the devil's own run for our money!"
Raffles had picked himself up between his mutterings, and I had
followed him to the door into the garden, where he stood busy with
the key in the dark, having blown out his lantern and handed it to
me. But though I followed Raffles, as my nature must, I was far
too embittered to answer him again. And so it was for some minutes
that might furnish forth a thrilling page, but not a novel one to
those who know their Raffles and put up with me. Suffice it that
we left a locked door behind us, and the key on the garden wall,
which was the first of half a dozen that we scaled before dropping
into a lane that led to a foot-bridge higher up the backwater.
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