There, inhaling great breaths of air the while, he listened for the sound
of his enemies. Not a sound was to be heard. The lad reasoned this out
for himself.
"The shots were probably muffled within," he said. "I doubt if they could
have been heard very far. Now to get out!"
He made his way to the end of the cellar where he had entered in the
night, and finally came upon the little window. Then he gave vent to an
exclamation of dismay.
"Great Scott!" he cried. "I can't reach it!"
It was true. The window was so high above the ground that there was no
way in which the lad could secure so much as a finger-hold. He looked
around for some object upon which to stand, but he could find none.
"Well, I'll have to go out through the house," he told himself. "There is
no help for it."
Slowly and silently he climbed the steps once more, and as silently
opened the door. There was light in the hall, and the boy could make out
which way to go. He turned toward the room in which he had been taken
prisoner and entered softly.
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