“Bud came back with another man in another plane. Don’t worry. When Jim is asleep tonight, I’ll try to get you out. Burn this letter. Sally.”
Terry sniffed disdainfully. “Nothing doing, you little cheat! We heard you talking to Jim Heron, and we know you’re a traitor.”
But Prim asked anxiously, “Who could that other man be? He came in a plane. Could it be Allan or Syd?”
“No such luck! It’s another enemy. The mystery grows every minute, but we’re going to win. We’ve got to win!”
They were interrupted by Jim Heron, who passed some food through the door. He looked around suspiciously but said nothing, only grinned in triumph and showed his snaggle teeth as he left.
The girls were too nervous to eat much. Carefully they made a parcel of the remaining food for future use. If they escaped, they might need it badly.
After hours of suspense, darkness came at last and then Terry whispered, “Let’s get out of here. I’ll choke if I stay another minute.”
As Terry dragged the table under the trap-door and raised it, her sister cried, “Oh do be careful!” but Terry answered, “Everything’s O. K. I’m on the roof already. Throw me the rope and I’ll help you up.” With a vigorous tug, she pulled Prim through the narrow door.
The girls breathed in the cool night air with relief. The fog had lifted. Stars were shining overhead.
“So far, so good!” Terry whispered. “Now help me fasten the rope to the chimney.”