So he began to make his way carefully.

He dodged more than one sentry by creeping on through the bushes while the man passed away from him, and crouched among them, still as a mouse, while the measured march came toward him.

And once he had to run for bare life from a shower of arrows which a company of soldiers sent into the darkness after a suspicious rustling in the bushes.

But mostly the men on duty had too much to think of outside the walls to trouble themselves much about the things inside them.
So with doublings and turnings he came at last on the Delhi gate, a small, round, flat-roofed building pierced by a high archway.

It was too dark for him to see its outline, but he knew it well, and paused against the outside wall to consider what he had to do next.