"No; that is too dangerous," agreed Kasia, quickly. "There's a regular giant of a man on guard out there."
"Two of them," said Dan. "I was an infant in their hands. Did you hear me smashing things? There isn't much of the furniture left in that room upstairs—and it did me good!"
"I did some smashing myself," laughed Kasia; "there are the pieces of a chair over there by the wall."
Dan laughed in sympathy, with a heart surprisingly light. After all, it was impossible to be either worried or frightened with her there beside him!
"I'll go down and reconnoitre the wall," he said. "How far is the pavement below your window?"
"Ten or twelve feet."
"I'll need more rope."
"My bed-clothes!" she cried. "We can make a rope from them."
She ran into the bedroom, drew the blind at the window, and then turned on the light.
"No one can see us in here," she said, and began to strip the covers from the bed. "Come in and shut the door, and they can't hear us either."