At last human nature could not stand it, and Helen went into convulsions.
Then Tige threw down the feathers, and sprang to get a pitcher of water.
"I must be quick," she muttered, "or she may die before I can get her out of the fit."
[CHAPTER XXII.]
OUT OF JEOPARDY.
We were in a fix of the worst possible description, and I felt at that minute that no matter how important a capture I might expect to make thereby, I would never again put myself in seeming league with house-breakers.
No, sir!
Spring guns was just one too many to suit my taste.
This was my first experience in the art of "crib-cracking," and if I could only get safely out of this I felt that I should be perfectly contented to have it my last as well as my first.