“Let him know we’re here,” says Mark, and I whanged a stone out of my sling-shot right through the open window. Rock stuck his head out.
“I’m goin’ to sneak over in the shadow,” says I, “and tell him to come down.”
Off I went, not waiting for anybody to say anything, and got to the house all right. There was plenty of bushes and things to hide behind, and when I got there I called Rock, cautious.
“Yes,” says he.
“Come and git rescued,” says I.
“Mark and Binney got out safely?” says he.
“You bet,” says I, but I didn’t mention the papers we found behind the white brick.
“I never could get past Jethro down the stairs,” says he.
“Stairs,” says I, “was made for folks to walk up and down on—not for folks to escape on. What would be the fun of escapin’ jest by walkin’ down a flight of steps? Any adventure in that? Why,” says I, “Mark Tidd would be disgusted if you escaped that way!”
“What’ll I do, then?” says he.