As Phonny stood showing the empty cage to Stuyvesant, his back was turned toward this window, but Stuyvesant was facing it. Happening at that instant to glance upward, behold, there was the squirrel, perched at his ease upon a beam which passed along just over the window.
Stuyvesant did not say a word, but pointed to the place. Phonny looked up and saw the squirrel.
FRINK ON THE BEAM.
“Oo—oo—oo!—” said Phonny.
“Shut the window,” he exclaimed. “Let us shut the window quick,” he added impatiently; and then creeping softly up to the place, he took hold of the prop which held the shutter up, and gently drawing it in, he let the shutter down into its place.
“Shut the other window,” said Phonny. “Climb up on the bench, Stivy, and shut the other window as quick as you can.”
Stuyvesant clambered up upon the bench and shut down the sash of the window.