“Better shut the window fust, Mas’ Don.”
The suggestion was taken, and then Don leaped down and faced his fellow-prisoner, repeating the information he had roughly communicated before.
“Faces a alley, eh?” said Jem. “Can’t we go along the roof.”
“I don’t believe a cat could go in safety, Jem.”
“Well, we aren’t cats, Mas’ Don, are we? Faces a alley, eh? Wasn’t there no windows opposit’?”
“Nothing but a blank wall.”
“Well, it’s all right, Mas’ Don. We’d better set to work. Only wants a rope with one end fastened in here, and then we could slide down.”
“Yes,” said Don gloomily; “the window is unfastened, and the way clear, but where’s the rope?”
“There,” said Jem, and he pointed to the end of the loft.