Anne nodded, watching the candle with anxious eyes, remembering that their jailer had said that it would burn but an hour.
“Now, Anne,” said Rose, after they had satisfied their hunger, and closed the basket, “we must try to push the chest.”
To their surprise it moved very easily, and they soon had it directly under the window. Rose was on top of it in an instant, and Anne held the candle as high as she could reach so that Rose could examine the fastening.
“Why, Anne, it pushes right out,” said Rose. “It’s only hooked down. Look!” and she pushed the heavy square outward. “But it doesn’t go very far out,” she added. “I wonder if you can crawl through. I do believe this shutter is shingled on the outside, so that nobody could tell there was a window. Oh, Anne! Isn’t this a dreadful place!” Rose peered cautiously out of the open space. “Blow out the candle,” she said quickly, drawing back into the room. “He might be outside and see the light.”
Anne instantly obeyed.
“Now, Anne, dear,” said Rose, “if you can get out what are you going to do?”
“I’ll run back to the road as fast as I can go and get some people to come back here and rescue you,” said Anne.
“Yes, but you had best go on; you know there are no houses for a long way on the road we came, and we must be nearer the Suet settlement than any other. You won’t be afraid, Anne!”
“No, Rose,” declared the little girl, “and if I think of you shut up here, even if I am afraid, I shall keep on until I find somebody and bring him to help you.”