And yet Elmer knew positively that he himself had not moved in the slightest degree, so that the squirrel's panic could not be laid at his door.
"I guess something's going to happen," he thought, "unless either Mark or Lil Artha showed themselves recklessly; and I don't believe they'd do it."
He continued to watch his four-footed little sentinel perched up there in the apology for a window.
Even as he looked the timid squirrel vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
Elmer only silently chuckled, quite satisfied with the way things were working.
And he somehow still continued to keep his eyes glued on that hole in the wall, as though laboring under the impression that when the Italian woman did come she would first of all appear in that particular quarter.
And he was right.
Even as he looked he discovered a suspicious movement in the gap. This was brought about by the uplifting of a human hand, upon the fingers of which he could count at least five broad rings without settings.
Perhaps the owner of that hand was on her knees, and in this manner sought to rise up.
Elmer, still looking, saw a head presently fill part of the crude window.