"And at the foot of the ladder, our horses!" he exclaimed, in surprise. "Who has done this?"
Her response was interrupted by a hand at their door and a clamor without, followed by heavy blows.
"Quick, Jacqueline!" he cried, and helped her to the long ladder, set, as it seemed, providentially against the wall.
"Can you do it?" he asked, yet holding her hand. Her eyes gave him answer, and he released her, watching her descend.
The door quivered beneath the general onslaught of the now exultant outlaws, and, as a glave shattered the panel the jester threw himself over the casement. A deafening hubbub ensued; the door suddenly gave way, and the band rushed into the room. At the same time the plaisant ran down the ladder and sprang to the ground at the young girl's side. From above came exclamations of wonder and amazement, mingled with invective.
"They're gone!" cried one.
"Here they are!" exclaimed another, looking down from the window.
The jester at once seized the means of descent, but not before the man who had discovered them was on the upper rounds; a quick effort on the fool's part, and ladder and rogue toppled over together. The enterprising knave lay motionless where he fell.
"Vrai Dieu! He wanted to come down," said an approving voice.
Turning, the jester beheld the Spanish troubadour, who was composedly engaged in placing bundles of straw against the wall of the inn.