Let's
get out of the window and see if we can't head him off."
He closed the door and turned the key which he had quietly taken
from the other side.
The windows were open and they looked out. They were on the side
of the house overlooking a good-sized lawn.
"That's the reason they are not barred," explained Donald. "Had
they been front windows, we might as well have been in jail. You
go first and I'll cover the retreat."
Lieut. Grimes sprang into the window and lowered himself to the
ground, just as a hand turned the knob.
"Good-bye!" muttered Donald. "Sorry I can't wait to receive you,"
and he followed the lieutenant.
On the ground they could hear the men trying to open the door and
as they sped across the lawn toward a high brick wall, the door
gave way with a crash and they could hear surprised voices.
"They have discovered our wreckage!" cried Donald. "Over the wall
you go!"
"You first this time," said the lieutenant.
"No, you first. I can boost you up, but I couldn't pull you. You
can pull me."
The argument was good and the lieutenant acted upon it.
A minute later he was on top of the wall.
"Great Caesar!" he exclaimed. "There's nothing under me but
water."
"Never mind that," was the response.
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