“Abbott, we must get out of this, if we can, without delay,” said Nick, in tones which were full of intense meaning. “They have crashed the lamp among the clothing in the closet beneath us, and thus fired the house.”
“They? Who?”
“I don’t know. But the woman has had help, for she could never have escaped from her bonds unassisted; of that I am sure.”
“Good heavens, Carter! There is no chance for us. The roof is too far beyond our reach, and that is now our only way out,” cried Abbott.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE WAY IT ALL ENDED.
“I have been in many tighter places than this, doctor,” said Nick, cheerfully. “I’ll show you how badly the people below us have miscalculated.”
“What makes it so dark?” queried Abbott. “It is not yet sundown.”
“No. I suspect a storm is coming up—ah! I thought so.”
In confirmation of his suspicions, a loud peal of thunder broke the outside silence.
“It is coming fast, too,” said Nick. “Now, see how easy it will be for us to escape.”