"A feller named Tiggle, who's in disgrace 'cause he mixed the royal
necktie for me."
"That was nectar, not necktie," corrected Trot. "But you needn't be
'fraid of bein' patched with Tiggle, 'cause I've set him loose. By
this time he's in hiding, where he can't be found."
"That's good," said Cap'n Bill, nodding approval, "but the blamed
ol' Boolooroo's sure to find someone else. What's to be done, mate?"
Trot thought about it for a moment. Then she remembered how some
unknown man had escaped from the palace the night before by means of
the wall, which he had reached from the window of the very chamber
in which she had slept. Cap'n Bill might easily do the same. And the
rope ladder she had used would help the sailor down from the top of
the wall. "Could you climb down a rope ladder, Cap'n?" she asked.
"Like enough," said he. "I've done it many a time on shipboard."
"But you hadn't a wooden leg then," she reminded him.
"The wooden leg won't bother much," he assured her.
So Trot tied a small sofa cushion around the end of his wooden leg
so it wouldn't make any noise pounding upon the floor, and then she
quietly led the sailor through the room of the sleeping Boolooroo
and through several other rooms until they came to the passage. Here
a soldier was on guard, but he had fallen asleep for a moment in
order to rest himself.
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