Creeping into the house again, they whistled, and Billy coming in, told them that the masters had gone, and all was safe.
"Glad ye're not twigged, gen'lmen," he said; "but there'll be a pretty sight of damage for all this glass and plates." "Shut up with your glass and plates," said Wildney.

"Here, Eric, we must cut for it again." It was the dusk of a winter evening when they got out from the close room into the open air, and they had to consider which way they would choose to avoid discovery.

They happened to choose the wrong, but escaped by dint of hard running, and Wildney's old short cut.

As they ran they passed several boys (who having been caught, were walking home leisurely), and managed to get back undiscovered, when they both answered their names quite innocently at the roll-call, immediately after lock up.
"What lucky dogs you are to get off," said many boys to them.
"Yes, it's precious lucky for me," said Wildney.

"If I'd been caught at this kind of thing a second time, I should have got something worse than a swishing." "Well, it's all through you I escaped," said Eric, "you knowing little scamp." "I'm glad of it, Eric," said Wildney in his fascinating way, "since it is all through me you went.