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ness he saw the last knot with it's bit
of wood swinging in air IL feet or
so from the ground.
Bat he had not time given him to
consider this point, for at that sec
Ond. at the far end of the closed yard
door opened, a blaze of light poured
out. and a squad of six soldiers step
ped from the castle, torches I'm the
hands of the foremost Francois
dropped, crouching into the shadows
against the wall, but his heart Crews
sick as he realized the futility of this
The soldiers were coming straight to-
ward him.
With that, CLEAN on a brighter
surface than the ground met his sight
below the level OF the ground. His
eyes. searching the darkness. made
out a great butt Of water sunk by
the castle wall Instantly ne slid into
II. up to his neck. 1t was not quite
full. and his head did not show in the
shadow Of the inside. The blaze Of
the torches swept close. brighter as
Francois. shivering in the cold water
glued himself TO the dark side: the
blaze OF the torches waved, shadOwy.
gigantic across the water and the
castle wall: he heard the soldiers
speak in short deep words; it was like
an evil dream. and il slipped past
torches and dark-swinging shadows
and heavy tread Of men and stern
voices like a dream. The heavy door
shut, the lights were gone. everything
was still
More dead than alive. Francois
dripped from the water-butt. The
hardest part of his nights job. the
part that needed all his strength of
body and brain, was Immediately be-
fore him, and he stood nerveless, with
clicking teeth. as limp as the tradi-
tiOnal drowned rat. moment he
stood so. utterly discouraged. without
confidence. without hope Then with
his trembling lips he framed words.
words familiar TO him for years, and
with that. in a shock. he felt strength
and courage rising in him like a slow
calm flood. IT was not less a miracle
because there was no sign in the
heavens, no earthquake or lightning;
il was not less a miracle because
many people living now might tell Of
a like help in fearful need As il
was once a long time ago. the water
of his blood was changed into wine.
So the prisoner stood in the courtyard
in the blaCIness Of midnight and
found himself ready.
He CROPPED his way to the shed he
had seen from the governors win
dow; with his old boyish agility he
felt for the coping he had noticed
the coping wide enough for mans
foot: ne had found it: he had found
a water-pipe above to help him stand
on IL: he was on the coping. face fiat
TO the wall. working his way with in
| finite delicate care 10 the window Of
the governor. He never knew how
| long that part took: IL seemed a great
while. though not many feet lay be-
tween the shed and the window.
/ Then ne felt the stone sill Of the
window; his hand chept up; IL was
! open-wide open. With a strong pull
| he had swung himself over and stood
I In the dark. in the governors bed
room
stood and listened. hardly daring
I Tor the trst instant to draw the long
+ breath he sorely needed. Then he
smiled No necessity for that eau
I Ton at least. The governor was
/ snoring heavy aggressive snOre
: which would have drowned most
! noises Francois stood quiet till his
/ eyes had grown accustomed 10 the
i shadows. and then they searched
/ about quickly. An, there they were
/ the governors clothes on a chair
/ by his bed. With wary steps he stole
across. He lifted of one or two
| things and suddenly there was a
/ jingle.
All growled the governor and
hung out his hand. and the snore
came 10 a full stop.
The hand searched the darkness a
second; all but touched that OF
| Francois. then fell Imply. the head
statue Francois stood, frozen 10 thu