There was a rope close, handy upon a sack—its destination had certainly not been to save life—and Jack, with the quickness of thought itself, fastened it around the Circassian girl's waist.
She understood his meaning, and lent him all the assistance she could.
Once at the window, he fastened it securely, and proceeded to lower it down.
She looked down the dizzy height, and slightly shuddered.
And then, before trusting herself down, she threw her arms around her young preserver's neck, and embraced him tenderly.
"Bless you," said Jack, with emotion. "If I only bring you safe through this, it will be the proudest day in my life."
Now for it.
It was a perilous moment, for the poor girl could not help herself in any way.
But she was lowered in safety.
"Look out," said Jack, in a good loud whisper; "I'm coming now."