“Is the window large enough to let us crawl out if our hands were free?” asked Jack.
“It may be; but it is crossed with bars of iron no man could break with his hands.”
“Take your last look and then come down.”
Plum took a hurried survey of the scene which he realized he might never look upon again, but his narrow orbit allowed of nothing more than what he had described.
The cannons were still thundering forth their loud-voiced peals of war, half drowned by the incessant rattle of the smaller arms in the hands of the town’s defenders.
In a moment Plum descended to the floor in a heap.
“Get on your feet if you can,” said Jack a moment later.
By resting against the wall, as his companion was doing, Plum Plucky soon stood beside him.
“I should like to know what we are to do in this condition. We are sure to be killed.”
“Hark! do you hear anything of the sentry now?”