A moment later he and De Gautet stepped out on the bridge.

Rupert's arm was through De Gautet's, and in the middle of the bridge he detained his companion and leant over.

I dropped behind the shelter of "Jacob's Ladder." Then Master Rupert had a little sport.

He took from De Gautet a bottle which he carried, and put it to his lips.
"Hardly a drop!" he cried discontentedly, and flung it in the moat.
It fell, as I judged from the sound and the circles on the water, within a yard of the pipe.

And Rupert, taking out his revolver, began to shoot at it.