He called aloud,—‘No harm is intended you, and I will compromise the matter with you, if you will be quiet.’
Something rolled upon the floor, and then hit the door a great knock that shook it.
‘Confound her,’ said Blodget, ‘I know what she is doing now. She is piling the furniture against the door, and that was the bedstead. I say!’
Blodget heard a window thrown open, and then a voice calling out,—
‘Help!—help!—thieves!—thieves!—Murder!’
Blodget turned from the door. His eyes fell upon the young girl who was tied to the chair, and in a moment he rushed up to her and untied her head. Then shaking her to and fro, he said—
‘Listen to me. Do you hear me?’
‘Ye—e—es.’
‘Go to that door and call to your mistress that I have gone.’
‘Ye—e—es.’