The distance to the ground from the window was not less than fifteen feet, rather a long drop even if I could manage to get the slats loose, which I doubted, for I had no tools at hand.
I resolved to try the door, and was about to do so when I heard the bolts shoot back and Booth appeared.
For an instant I thought to trip him up and rush past him, but he stood on the steps completely blocking the way.
"All right, Roger?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Quite com'table, boy?"
"As comfortable as any one could be in such a place," I rejoined lightly.
"'Tain't exactly a parlor," he chuckled. "No easy chairs or sofys; but the food's good. I'm a-going to get it for you now. Then after that maybe the judge will call around. I'll bring the dinner in a minute."
He climbed downstairs, bolting the door after him.
In five minutes—or ten at the most—I knew he would be back. After that there was no telling how long he would stay.