In reply, he shook his head despairingly.
His visitor seemed to understand him.
“It is too high, perhaps?”
Cris intimated by a sign that the difficulty was not in its height.
“The bars would prevent you getting out?”
The hunter’s head nodded like a mandarin’s.
“Is that all? Then I may as well tell you. Hush! some one is coming.”
One of the sentinels had thrust his head inside the door; he luckily withdrew it, convinced that all was right.
On its disappearance Carrol’s mysterious visitor returned, and resumed the conversation.
“You think those bars would hinder your escape?”