“Nonsense! Come round and open the door. I’ve been shut in all night.”
“Won’t do,” said Ram grinning. “Think I don’t know you, Mr Orficer? Where’s your fine clothes and your sword? Here, what made you dress up like that?”
“You’re mistaken,” said Archy gruffly, as he made a feeble struggle to keep up the character he had assumed.
“Won’t do,” said Ram quickly. “I know you. Been playing the spy, that’s what you’ve been doing. Who locked you in?”
“Will you come round and open the door?” said Archy in an angry whisper.
“Oh, of course,” replied the boy grinning; and he dropped down, rushed through the bushes, and disappeared from view.
Archy stepped back to the door listening, but there was not a sound.
“He has gone to give the alarm,” thought the prisoner, and he looked excitedly round for a way of escape.
Nothing but the chimney presented itself. The door was too strong to attack, and he remembered the three fastenings.
Should he try the chimney?