Here he climbed over a wall, made his way into the warehouse, and clambering over a large number of bales, laid himself down next to the wall, secure from any casual observation.

Here he went off to sleep, and it was late next day before he opened his eyes.

He was nearly uttering an exclamation at the pain which his movement on waking gave to his wounded arm.

He, however, repressed it, and it was well he did so, as he heard voices in the warehouse.

Men were removing bales of wool, and for some hours this process went on.