Terry waited for her sister with outstretched arms, and Prim almost fell the last ten feet, sinking limply into Terry’s arms.
“It was terrible,” she gasped. “I wouldn’t try that again for a thousand dollars.”
“Brace up,” whispered Terry. “We’re all right now. But Gee, I thought I was a goner!”
“So did I— Hush. What was that noise?”
A window had been raised in the house. Terry and Prim hugged the wall, hardly daring to breathe. Footsteps were heard in the house and someone opened the front door.
“Now we’re in for it!” whispered Prim. “Let’s run. It’s Jim Heron.”
But Terry looked around the corner of the wall and said softly, “It’s that girl, Sally Wyn. The little traitor! Keep still, she may not see us. If she does, we’ll fight her off and run.”
The sisters remained motionless and quiet while Sally went to an old shed and back, dragging something heavy. After she was out of sight, and the house was quiet, Terry pressed Prim’s hand, and said:
“Now is our chance. Come on.”
Tiptoeing along the hard ledge, the girls reached the front of the house. No one was in sight. They slipped along the path to the road, and Terry muttered, “Safe at last. We’re free!”