He felt round the walls, but failed to find anything like a rope.

“I must trust to luck,” he said; “I don’t suppose they will post many sentries.  These fellows are not real soldiers, and no doubt they will all be sound asleep in a couple of hours.”

So saying, he again lay down, and was speedily asleep.  When he woke, he felt sure that he had not exceeded the time he had given himself.  He listened intently.  He could hear a low, confused sound, which he knew was made by horses feeding, but he could hear no human voices.  He drank the rest of the water in the mug, then he turned up the bucket, placed it under the opening, and mounted on it.

His first spring failed to reach the sill, and he stood for a few minutes, before making another attempt.  He knew that it was a matter of life or death, for he had no doubt whatever that, even if he gave the required information, which he was determined not to do, however much he might suffer, he would be shot afterwards.  He braced himself to the utmost, took a long breath, and then sprang.  His fingers caught on the ledge of stonework, and, with a desperate effort, he drew himself up, aided by his feet.  He had, before making the attempt, removed his boots, partly to avoid the scraping noise which these would make, partly to enable him the better to avail himself of the inequalities in the stonework.

It was a desperate struggle; and when he got his shoulders in the opening, which was just wide enough to admit them, he lay for three or four minutes, panting heavily, with the perspiration streaming down his face.  The aperture was too small to admit of his turning in any way, and there was nothing for it, as he knew, but to drop head foremost.

Gradually, he drew himself through the opening, lowering himself as much as he could by holding on to the upper edge by his feet.  Then, stretching out his arms to save himself, he let go.  Fortunately, the ground was soft, for a garden adjoined the stable; but the shock was a heavy one, and he lay for a minute or two without moving, having some doubt whether he had not broken his neck.  Then he got up, and listened.

Everything was still and quiet, and, indeed, his fall had been almost noiseless.  He rose to his feet, felt along the wall until he encountered a low paling, climbed over it, and was in the road.

He had, when he jumped for the window, tied his boots to his back, and now carried them in his hand.  The night was very dark; but his eyes, accustomed to the greater darkness of the stable, had no difficulty in following the road.  He walked slowly, for the exertion he had undergone and the shock of the fall had drawn greatly from his small stock of strength.

After going a quarter of a mile, he put on his boots, and, climbing a wall of sods which bordered the road, struck across country.  There were no stars to guide him, and a slight mist had begun to fall.  There was but little wind, but this was sufficient to give a direction to the rain.  Walter noticed this, and at once struck out in a direction which kept the rain falling upon the right side of his face; and he knew that, by so continuing, he was going in a tolerably straight line.  As near as he could tell he walked for two hours, and then, utterly exhausted, lay down on the lee side of a turf wall.