If you ask me, I can only say that to this day I am not quite certain whether it was an accident or whether I designed it.

It may be that while I was thinking of doing it Chance settled the matter for me.

The fellow was stooping with his head forward thrusting the boy through a tiny window, when I came down upon him just where the neck joins the spine.

He gave a kind of whistling cry, dropped upon his face, and rolled three times over, drumming on the grass with his heels.

His little companion flashed off in the moonlight, and was over the wall in a trice.