Jack and Bill heard Colonel O'Toole descending the stairs, and,
listening, were convinced that he had gone away without leaving a sentry
at the door.
"We are in luck," said Bill, as he looked round the room. "This is a
better place than the old tower, and I don't see that it will be much
more difficult to escape from."
They went to the window. It was long and narrow, but there was ample
space for them to creep out of it. It was, however, a great height from
the ground; three or four storeys up they calculated; and should they
attempt to drop down, they would break every bone in their bodies.
"It cannot be done, I fear," said Jack.
"It can be done, and we'll do it before to-morrow morning, too,"
answered Bill. "When the general ordered us to be shut up here, he was
thinking that we were just like a couple of French boys, without a
notion of going aloft, or of finding their way down again."
"But I don't see how we can manage to get down here," said Jack, peeping
through the window, cautiously though, for fear of being seen. "There
is nothing to lay hold of, and the door is locked and bolted. I heard
that traitor Irishman shoot a bolt before he went away."
"Look here," replied Bill, pointing towards the bed.
"Why, that's a bed," said Jack. "It was very good-natured in the
mounseers to give it us to sleep on."
"What do you think it's made of?" asked Bill. "Why, sheets and blankets
and ticking," replied Jack. "Yes," said Bill, "you are right; and with
those selfsame sheets and blankets, and maybe a fathom or two of rope
besides, underneath, I intend that we shall try to lower ourselves down
to the ground; and when we are once outside, it will be our own fault if
we do not get back to the harbour, and when there, that we do not get on
board our raft again. The French captain said it was to be left just as
it was for the general to see it to-morrow morning. Before that time
comes, I hope that we shall be out of sight of land, if we get a fair
breeze, or, at all events, out of sight of the people on shore."
"I'm always ready for anything you propose, Bill," said Jack. "I see
now well enough how we are to get away. If all goes smoothly, we shall
do it. But suppose we are caught?--and there are a good many chances
against us, you'll allow."
"We can but be shut up again. Even if they were to flog us, we could
stand it well enough; and as to the pain, that would be nothing, and it
would not be like being flogged for breaking the articles of war, or
doing anything against the law. I should call it an honourable
flogging, and should not mind showing the scars, if any remained," said
Bill.
"I'm your man, and the sooner we set about turning our sheets and
blankets into a rope the better," exclaimed Jack, enthusiastically. "If
we are caught and punished ever so much, we must not mind it."
"Stop a bit," said Bill. "Perhaps the red-haired colonel may pay us a
visit before nightfall. We must not be caught making preparations for
our escape; that would be a green trick."
"I hope if they come they'll bring us some supper," said Jack. "I am
pretty sharp set already; and if the mounseers should have stolen the
grub out of our chest, we should have nothing to eat on our voyage."
"I have been thinking too much about going away to feel hungry," said
Bill. "But now you talk of it, I should like some food, and I hope
they'll bring enough to last us for a day or two. Now, I say, it's
getting dark, and we must fix upon the best spot to lower ourselves down
to. You listen at the door lest any one should come up suddenly, and
I'll examine the windows and settle the best plan."
Bill, however, first went to the bed, examined the blankets and sheets
and mattress, and found, to his satisfaction, that below all were two
thick pieces of canvas, drawn together by a rope. The rope, though
rather thin, would, he was satisfied, bear their light weights. It
might take them half an hour or so to twist the various materials up
into a rope, and altogether would give them one of ample length for
their purpose.
This discovery greatly raised the boys' spirits and hopes of success.
Bill now went to the window, and found that the grass came close up to
the walls of the tower underneath. Even should they fall from a
considerable height, they might have the chance of not breaking their
bones, and that was some satisfaction. An iron bar extended from the
top of the window to the bottom in the centre. He felt it, and it was
strong as need be. It would do well for securing their rope. As far as
he could judge, there was no window under them. This was of
consequence, as had there been, they might have been seen by any person
within during their descent, rapidly as they might make it. Bill
considered whether it would be possible to withdraw the rope after they
had descended, but he doubted whether they had sufficient materials to
enable them to do that.
"Well, it cannot be helped," Bill said to himself. "The Frenchmen will
see how we escaped, but they won't find it out till daylight, and it
won't matter much then."
He had finished his survey, and settled his plan, when Jack cried out,
"Hist! there's some one coming!" and they ran back and sat themselves
down near the table with their heads on their hands, as if they were
feeling very melancholy and disconsolate.
"I wish I could squeeze out a tear," said Jack; "but I can't for the
life of me. I feel so jolly at your idea of getting off."
Presently the door opened, and an old woman entered with a basket.
"I have brought you some food and a bottle of wine, mes garcons," she
said, in a kind tone. "The general gave me permission, and I was very
glad to bring it, as I knew that you must be hungry. Poor boys! I
heard of your attempt to get away. You would have been drowned to a
certainty if you hadn't been caught, and that would have been sad, for
one of you, they say, wanted to get back to see his mother. I have got
a son at sea, so I can feel for her. I wish he was safe back again. I
don't know what they will do with you, but I hear that you are to be
tried to-morrow, and the Irish officer here says you are spies, and if
so, you will run a great chance of being hung, or, at all events, shut
up in a prison till you confess what you have been about. Ah! but I
forgot. They say you don't speak French, and you may not have
understood a word I have said."
Jack and Bill could scarcely refrain from laughing as the old woman ran
on, but they restrained themselves, and when she showed them the
contents of the basket, they merely said, "Bon! bon! merci! merci!"
several times, and looked very well pleased, as indeed they were, for
there was food enough to last them two or three days, full allowance--
cheese and sausages, bread, figs, raisins, and butter, besides the
bottle of wine.
They were afraid of drinking much of that, not knowing how weak it was,
lest it should get into their heads, for they wanted no Dutch courage to
do what they intended--they had pluck enough without that.
The old woman--not that she was so very old, but she was small and thin,
with a high white cap and a brown dress fitting closely, which made her
look older than she was--stood by, after she had covered the table with
the provisions, that she might have the pleasure of seeing the boys eat.
They were very willing to give her that pleasure, and set to with a
good appetite.
She smiled benignantly, and patted them on their heads, as she watched
them stowing away the various things. They were not very particular as
to which they took first.
"Bon! bon!" said Jack, every now and then, as he saw that his saying so
pleased her. "Merci! merci!"
She poured them out some wine; it was dreadfully sour, so Bill thought,
and he made signs to her that he would drink it by-and-by, as he did not
like to show her how much he disliked it.
Jack was not so particular, but he was content with a mouthful or two,
and then began again on the sausages and figs.
"I hope she is not going to stop till we have done," said Bill, "or she
may take away the remainder. I'll try and make her understand that we
should like a little more by-and-by. I vote we stop now and put the
things into the basket. We'll then show her that we do not wish her to
take them away."
The kind old housekeeper of the chateau--for such she was--seemed to
understand the boys' wishes. Bill even ventured to say a few words in
French, which would show her what they wanted; and at last, wishing them
good-night, she took her departure.
They heard the door locked and bolted after she went out, as if by some
other person; and it made them fear that a sentry was placed there, who
might, should they make any noise, look in to see what they were about.
It would be necessary, therefore, to be extremely cautious as to their
proceedings.
"There's no one moving," said Bill, who had crept to the door to listen.
He, of course, spoke in a low whisper. "I vote we set to work at once
and make our rope. It will take some time, and we ought to be off as
soon as the people have turned in, as we must try to get a good distance
from the shore before daylight."
"Suppose any one was to come, and find us cutting up our bed-clothes,"
said Jack, "it would be suspected what we were going to do."
"We'll keep the coverlid till the last, so as to throw it over the bed
should we hear a step on the stair; we must then sit down on the edge,
and pretend that we are too sorrowful to think of going to bed," said
Bill.
"That will do," replied Jack; "I never was a good hand at piping my eye,
but I know that I should be inclined to blubber if I thought there was a
chance of being found out."
"There's no use talking about that. We must run the risk," observed
Bill; "so here goes." And he forthwith turned back the coverlid, and
began measuring the sheets. They were of strong and tough material, and
by dividing each into four lengths, he calculated that a rope formed of
them would be of sufficient strength for their purpose, and they were
quickly cut through with their knives, and each length was then twisted
tightly up.
The bed-ticking was treated in the same manner; but that being of less
strength, gave them only six much shorter lengths. The sacking and rope
at the bottom of the bed would, Bill was sure, reach, at all events, to
a short distance from the ground.
As they twisted and bent one piece to another, they surveyed their work
with satisfaction, and were convinced that it would bear their weight,
though it would hardly have borne that of a man of moderate size. To
try it, they tugged away against each other, and it held perfectly firm.
"It will do famously," exclaimed Bill, after they had joined all the
pieces together. "Even if it does not quite reach to the ground, I
should not mind dropping a dozen feet or so."
"But if we do that, the noise we make in our fall may be heard," said
Jack. "Hadn't we better bend on the coverlid? It's not so strong as
the sheets, but we can put it at the lower end."
Bill agreed to this, and, as it was of considerable width, it formed
three lengths.
"We have enough almost for a double rope, I expect," said Bill, as he
coiled it away ready to carry to the window at the opposite side of the
room.
"Oh, no; I don't think we've enough for that," said Jack; "even if we
had, it won't matter leaving the rope behind. The Frenchmen will see by
the disappearance of the bed-clothes how we got out. I advise that we
make only one rope, and just get down to the ground as quietly as we can
manage to do."
Bill made another trip to the door to listen.
"No one is coming," he whispered, as he returned. "Now let's carry the
rope to the window."
They did so, and Bill leant out to listen again. No sounds reached his
ear, except the occasional barking of a dog.
"The people go to bed early in this country," he observed, "and I am
very much obliged to them. We may start, Jack, without much fear of
being stopped."
"But don't let us forget our grub," said Jack; and they filled their
pockets with the provisions the old woman had brought them, tying up the
remainder in their handkerchiefs, which they fastened to the lanyards of
their knives. "Now let's bend on the rope," said Bill.
They secured it round the iron bar.
"I'll go first," said Jack; "if the rope bears me, it's certain to bear
you."
"No; I proposed the plan, and I ought to go first," answered Bill.
"It's of no use wasting words. Don't begin to come down till you feel
that I am off the rope. So here goes."
Bill, on saying this, climbed through the narrow opening between the bar
and the side of the window, and then, first grasping the bar with his
hands, threw his legs off straight down, and began descending the thin
rope. Jack stretched out his head to watch him, but Bill soon
disappeared in the darkness.
The rope held, however, though, as he felt it, it appeared stretched to
the utmost. He could with difficulty draw a breath, while he waited
till, by finding the rope slacken, he should know that Bill had safely
reached the bottom. At last he ascertained that Bill was no longer
hanging to the rope, while, from not hearing a sound, he was sure that
his companion had performed the feat in safety.
As Bill had charged him not to lose a moment, he, following his example,
commenced his descent.
Down and down he went, but had he not been thoroughly accustomed to
suspend himself on thin ropes, he could not have held on. It seemed to
him that he should never reach the bottom; how much further he had to go
he could not tell.
All at once he felt a hand grasping him by the leg. A sudden fear
seized him.
Could the Frenchmen have got hold of Bill, and were they about to
recapture him?
He could with difficulty refrain from crying out; still, as there would
be no use in attempting to get up the rope again, he continued to lower
himself.
The hand was withdrawn, and presently he found that he had reached the
ground.
"All right," whispered Bill in his ear; "I caught hold of your ankle to
let you understand that you were close to the bottom. Now let's be off!
The harbour lies directly under yonder star. I marked its position
during daylight, and again just before I began to descend the rope."