“What was what?”
“Was that the cathedral or the castle?”
“Oh,” she laughed. “Neither; the armory.”
“The armory? I see; you mean the big building on—or rather which was on that hill?” He indicated the direction of the third structure seen from the station.
She nodded. “It seems to be catching now quite nicely.”
Flames, indeed, were beginning to blaze after the darkness which had succeeded the first flash of fire; and the whole village, shocked and in outrage, stirred in tumult.
“Come; let’s go with them and take it all in,” Roberta suggested mischievously. “Meet me in front in a minute; I’d better go up to my room and down through the inn. I don’t need your help, thanks.”
She put her foot again in the loops, and climbed easily. Andy satisfied himself with holding the rope steady. She was almost at her window when she halted and stood in the loops.
“Foot caught? Can I help you?” he called.
“Hush!” She dropped a step.