“To-night?”
“Yes. We have just time to get ready and no more. Finish with that boy and come down.”
“That’s all right, too, but——”
A crash of thunder close at hand made both Barker and Bob jump.
The crash was followed by one of a different sort, as a tree which had stood close at hand was split from top to bottom, and one side smashed in the entire window-sash.
“Oh!” howled Barker. “I can’t stand this!”
Pale as a ghost he made for the door, and ran down the stairs.
“Now is my chance,” thought Bob. “It’s a great risk, but it’s the only chance I have to save my life.”
Bound though he was, he managed to reach the broken window and climbed up on the sill.
The tree, the top of which was on fire, still rested against the house, and upon this Bob threw himself and rolled to the ground.