“No, no!” cried Carl. “They would half kill us, they are so enraged over the loss of their admission money.”
“But what’s to be done?”
“Here I have it—the window. Out you go.”
“And you?”
“I’ll follow. Quick!”
Leo leaped for the window, a small affair, opening on a narrow and dirty alley.
The opening was barred, but he easily wrenched the irons from their rotted fastenings and crawled through the opening.
As Carl followed there was a crash, and the door fell in.
Half a dozen young men, the worst in the town, swarmed into the apartment, only to find it empty.
Up the alleyway sped Leo and his companion, nor did they stop until the theater had been left several blocks behind.