“You’re not hurt, are you?”
“No; but don’t come too close, don’t try to look down; the floor’s frightfully rickety. Isn’t there a ladder there somewhere?”
A man laughed.
“Wait,” he said. They heard his footsteps and laughter receding. Presently the bottom of a ladder appeared through the hole in the floor.
“Look out for your head,” said the man.
The girl rose and guided the ladder clear of Aladdin’s head.
“What have you done with the Yankee’s horse?” she called.
“He’s here.”
“Where’s the Yankee, do you suppose?”
“We think he must have run off into the woods.”