Various, The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No…
“ In a moment Roy was up in the slanting embrasure, where for hours he had clung, getting through his task.Jean’s hand met his, and together, noiselessly, they wrenched the bar aside.“Hist! Be still as death!” whispered Jean.Roy squeezed himself through the opening, Jean’s grasp steadying him. He found his feet to be resting on the topmost rung of a ladder. Jean whispered one or two directions, then himself went down and held it firm below while Roy followed. Little need was there to bid the boy be quiet in his movements. The slightest sound might betray them, destroying every hope of escape. ”
