Part 8 (1/2)

”Girls, I hear some one coming this way. Phil was right; it was a joke, after all. Whoever locked the door has come back to unlock it.”

The girls smiled hopefully. After all, their experience did not amount to anything. They would be back inside the houseboat in another hour.

The footsteps now sounded plainly just outside the cabin door.

”Won't you please unbar the door for us?” called Phil and Madge in chorus. ”Some one has locked us inside.”

An elfish laugh answered them. Or was it the wind? Perhaps they had heard no one after all. They strained their ears but heard no further sound. Then the last bit of twilight vanished and night came down in reality.

CHAPTER VIII

AN ANXIOUS NIGHT

Huddled together in the darkness, Phil and Madge endeavored to relieve the strain of the situation by talking, but the very sound of their voices dismayed them and they became silent. Finally Eleanor, who had been leaning against Madge's shoulder, laid her head in her cousin's lap and went to sleep. A little later Lillian, after receiving Madge's a.s.surance that she and Phil intended to keep watch, went to sleep also.

”Madge,” Phil's voice trembled a little, ”what do you suppose poor Miss Jones will think? She won't have the least idea in which direction to look for us. Goodness knows how long we may have to stay here. We may never get out.” Her voice sank to a whisper.

”Why, Phil,” Madge feigned a hopefulness which she did not feel, ”I am surprised at you. You haven't given up hope. It is just the darkness and being hungry that makes things appear so dreadful. I have been thinking about our plight, and when daylight comes I am going to try to climb up the wall to the window. The mud has broken away between some of the logs, so that I can get my foot in the opening. We shall have to dig it away in other places too.”

”But what can we dig with, Madge? We haven't a knife.”

”With our fingers and hairpins, if we must, Phil. Sh-sh, Nellie is waking. I want her to sleep on till daylight.”

Toward morning, however, the two girls' eyes closed wearily. In spite of their resolve to keep awake, the gray dawn creeping in at the windows found them fast asleep. It was Phil who first opened her eyes.

She touched Madge, who sat up with a start, then springing to her feet exclaimed, ”I'm so glad it's morning. Now for my great circus stunt.”

”You can't possibly climb up there without hurting yourself, Madge.

You will surely fall,” expostulated Eleanor. ”Please, please don't try it.”

”Please don't discourage me, Nellie. It is the only way I know to get out of this dreadful place. Phil, if you will try to brace me, I can climb up and dig in the mud farther up.”

Eleanor was feeling down in her pocket. Suddenly she gave a little cry of surprise. ”O, girls! I have something that may help. Here is a little pair of scissors. You can dig with them, Madge.”

The girls hailed the scissors with exclamations of joy. They were very small embroidery scissors, but they were better than nothing.

Lillian, who was bent on a foraging expedition around the room, came back a moment later with a few big, rusty nails and an old brick she had picked up out of the tumbled down fireplace. ”If you can hammer these nails in the wall, Madge, you will have something to hold on to as you climb.”

For two hours Madge alternately dug and climbed. In each hole that she made between the big logs she would set her foot, then hammer a nail above her head and dig a new opening. At last she actually did climb up the side of the wall, but her hands were scratched and bleeding, and her hair and face were covered with mud. She had taken off her dress skirt, too, as she could climb better in her petticoat.

The three girls below held their breath when she came to the final stretch, and let go the last rickety nail to fling herself on to the window sill.

”Eureka, girls!” she called down cheerfully, when she got her breath.

She was holding tightly to the window frame with both hands and endeavoring to make her voice sound gay, though she was nearly worn out with the fatigue of her dangerous climb. ”Now I shall surely find a way out for us. Please don't be frightened, Nellie, darling, if I have to jump. It is not so bad.” She gave a little inward shudder as she looked through the tiny window frame. She could easily wrench the broken bars away. That was not the trouble. But the window was so small and the sill so narrow that Madge realized she could not get into the proper position for a forward spring. However, she had made up her mind; she might break her leg, or her arm, but she would open that barred door if she died in doing it.

With determined hands she wrenched at one of the window bars. It gave way. She seized hold of another, clinging to the sill with her other hand, her feet in their insecure resting places.

”It's all right, chilluns,” she smiled, as she swung herself up to the window, ”I'm going to jump.”

Eleanor had closed her eyes. Phil and Lillian watched their friend, sick with apprehension.