“That’s what I thought.”
“Can’t you help me in any way?”
“I’ll see. Suppose you had a rope—could you swing out of the window?”
“Yes; I could fasten it to the bedstead, and fix that just against the window.”
“Then I think I can help you. Can you catch a ball?”
“Yes; but what good will that do?”
“You’ll see. Make ready now, and don’t miss it.”
He produced a ball of common size, and after taking aim, threw it lightly up toward Philip’s window. The first time it didn’t come within reach. The second Philip caught it skilfully, and by the moonlight saw that a stout piece of twine was attached to it. At the end of the twine Frank had connected it with a clothesline which he had borrowed from home.
“Now pull away, Phil,” urged Frank.
Philip did, and soon had the stout line in his possession.