“My money! My money! I must get my money and the jewelry!”
They were at the window now, the ladder just reaching to it, with not a foot to spare.
“Never mind about your money and jewelry!” shouted Jerry. “You’ll be lucky to get off with your life. Come on, we’ll help you down!”
“No, I must get my money! I can not afford to lose it! I must go back and get it, and get the jewelry! They took some but I saved the rest.”
He turned as though to hobble back into the smoke filled and fire encircled room.
“You’ll be burned to death if you go!” shouted Jerry.
“Oh, but I must get my money!” whined the aged man. “Crooked Nose came for it, but I hid some of it away from him. I must get it. I don’t want Crooked Nose to get it! Oh, wait until I get my money!” and he disappeared from the casement.