"Let's get the ladder out and lay it along the edge of the grass plot,"
suggested Ned. "No one can see us, and it will be something to do."
They followed this advice, and the ladder was placed in readiness at the
edge of the asylum grounds. Once more they resumed their waiting. How the
rain pelted down! The wind too, had increased, and it blew through the
trees with a mournful sound. It was dark and chilly in the woods, and, in
spite of their raincoats, the boys were anything but comfortable. It
seemed as though ten o'clock would never come.
Frank had a small pocket electric light with him, run by a dry battery,
and, by pressing a button, a faint glow could be had. By means of this
the boys frequently glanced at their watches.
"I'm not going to look again until I think it's ten o'clock," declared
Frank. But he could not resist, and, after waiting what seemed like an
hour he glanced at the time-piece again. It was half-past nine.
"Half an hour more," he announced. "That will be the longest of all."
It was, but ten o'clock came at last. Cautiously the boys stole from
their hiding places.
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