I had rather have been killed by some one else."
Hanky and Panky again. He remembered Bridgeford as the town where the
Colleges of Unreason had been most rife; he had visited it, but he had
forgotten that it was called "The city of the people who are above
suspicion." Its Professors were evidently going to muster in great force
on Sunday; if two of them had robbed him, he could forgive them, for the
information he had gleaned from them had furnished him with a _pied a
terre_. Moreover, he had got as much Erewhonian money as he should want,
for he had resolved to retrace his steps immediately after seeing the
temple dedicated to himself. He knew the danger he should run in
returning over the preserves without a permit, but his curiosity was so
great that he resolved to risk it.
Soon after he had passed the statues he began to descend, and it being
now broad day, he did so by leaps and bounds, for the ground was not
precipitous. He reached his old camp soon after five--this, at any rate,
was the hour at which he set his watch on finding that it had run down
during his absence. There was now no reason why he should not take it
with him, so he put it in his pocket. The parrots had attacked his
saddle-bags, saddle, and bridle, as they were sure to do, but they had
not got inside the bags.
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