“I don’t know. Let us sit down and think it over. One thing is certain, we are in a tight hole.”
Both sat down on the bench and gave themselves up to thoughts which were far from pleasant. In his mind each could see himself standing up in front of a row of Russian soldiers, blindfolded, and shot down. It made them shiver to think of it.
“I vote we make a break for liberty,” declared Ben presently. “We might as well be shot down that way as any other.”
“All right, I’m with you,—if it can be done,” answered Gilbert.
CHAPTER XXVIII
A RIDE FOR LIFE
It was easy to talk of breaking for liberty but not so easy to see how it could be done. The room in which they were confined was of stone, solidly built, and with one slit of a window, three feet high and not over six inches wide.
“We can’t get through that window, that’s certain,” said Ben, after measuring the opening.
“Not until we are pretty well starved,” grinned Gilbert.
“And the door is about as solid and as well bolted as one would wish.”
“That’s true, too. But I have a scheme, Ben—that is if you are in the humor to try something desperate.”