"It's wicked; an' besides, they 'aven't caught us yet.

Do what I tell yer, an' stand by to bolt." She crept to the other door, which commanded the canal front, unbarred it softly, and opened the upper hatch a few inches.

Through this aperture, by standing on tip-toe, she could watch the meeting of the two men.
"When I call, run for yer life." But a minute--two minutes--passed, and the command did not come.
Arthur Miles, posted by the bolt-hole, held his breath at the sound of voices without, by the waterside.

The tones of one he recognised with a shiver.

They were raised, and although he could not catch the words, apparently in altercation.