“Oh, I see it! A piece of pipe!”

She had crawled to the window but dared not break it with her bare hands. Now she had the bit of iron, and protecting her face from the impact—she thrust the bar through the glass.

Smash!

“Trixy!” she shrieked. Then she held frantically to the window edge and braced her feet against the beams.

She felt her head brush something!

Everything had gone black!

CHAPTER XXIII

THE RESCUE

Wet! And buzzing!

She breathed again but her veins felt as if bursting. That was consciousness coming back. She had fainted in the cellar and she was now—