So they thumped upon the thick oak door—Bobby even kicked it viciously; and they shouted until they were hoarse. But nobody heard, and nobody came. The only person who knew they were locked into the tower was a mile away from Central High by that time—and, anyway, he dared not tell of what he had done, nor did he dare go back to release the girls from their imprisonment.
[CHAPTER XVII—EVE TAKES A RISK]
“Now, Nell!” declared Mother Wit, emphatically, “there isn’t the least use in your crying. Tears will not get us down from this tower.”
“You—you can be just as—as brave as you want to be,” sobbed Nellie Agnew. “I—want—to—go—home!”
“For goodness-gracious sake! Who doesn’t?” snapped Bobby. “But, just as Laura says, weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth won’t help us the tiniest bit!”
“What will help us, I’d like to know?” grumbled Jess Morse.
“Put on your thinking cap, Mother Wit,” cried Bobby.
“Dear me!” said Eve, drawing in her head. “It is a long way from the ground—and that’s a fact.”
“It’s a good, long jump,” chuckled Bobby.
“Let’s write calls for help on pieces of paper and drop them down,” suggested Laura.