“It’s nothing to that leap I had to take in the circus,” he said to himself, and crawled out on the window-sill.
“Hi! hi! You young rascal! What are you doing up there?”
Leo looked down. Beneath the window stood old Daniel Hawkins.
CHAPTER VII.—LEO GAINS HIS LIBERTY.
Daniel Hawkins had just come out to care for his horse. By sheer accident he had glanced up at the window and beheld Leo in the act of dropping out.
The young gymnast was as much surprised as was his tormentor. But he knew enough to cling fast to the sill, and not to drop into Daniel Hawkins’ clutches.
“Goin’ ter drop out, eh?” went on the old farmer.
“I rather think not,” replied Leo, and popped into the room again.
At once Daniel Hawkins called his wife.
“Marthy! Marthy!”