“Do you think they won‘t let us out if we ask？” said Jill. And nobody said， but everyone thought， “Supposing they don’t.”
It was not a pleasant idea. Puddleglum was dead against any idea of telling the giants their real business and simply asking to be let out； and of course the children couldn‘t tell without his permission， because they had promised. And all three felt pretty sure that there would be no chance of escaping from the castle by night. Once they were in their rooms with the doors shut， they would be prisoners till morning. They might， of course， ask to have their doors left open， but that would rouse suspicions.
“Our only chance，” said Scrubb， “is to try to sneak away by daylight. Mightn’t there be an hour in the afternoon when most of the giants are asleep？ .and if we could steal down into the kitchen， mightn‘t there be a back door open？”