“All dark the other side, sir,” Jack reported. He pulled his elbow back and sent it crashing against the window. There was a shower of glass and Jack pressed his face to the opening. “The horses are there, sir. I can see them; hear them, too; the poor things are frightened to death.”
“What’s under the window?” asked Mr. Talcott.
“I can’t see, sir.”
“All right; down with you. Look out!”
The axe bit into the planks. In the physical director’s hands an axe was a very business-like instrument and in a moment he had cleared an opening through which it was possible to crawl.
“May I go, sir?” asked Jack eagerly.
“All right. See where you——”
“Whoa, boy! It’s a stall, sir. Be careful of the horse. He’s kicking up a bit.”
“Stay in there and keep out of the way, Borden, while I make this hole bigger. We may have to come back this way.”