About eleven o'clock
Steele and I had hugely enjoyed the fun , and thought the best part of the joke for us was yet to come . The moon had arisen , and though somewhat hazed by clouds , had lightened the night . We were hidden about sixty paces from the jail , a little above it , and we had a fine command of the door . About eleven o'clock , when all was still , we heard soft steps back of the jail , and soon two dark forms stole round in front . They laid down something that gave forth a metallic clink , like a crowbar . We heard whisperings and then , low , coarse laughs . Then the rescuers , who undoubtedly were Miller and Bass , set to work to open the door .