"This
must be the window," said Hefflefinger, pointing to a broad wooden
shutter some feet from the ground.
"Just you give me a boost once, and I'll get that open in a jiffy,"
said Gallegher.
The detective placed his hands on his knees, and Gallegher stood upon
his shoulders, and with the blade of his knife lifted the wooden
button that fastened the window on the inside, and pulled the shutter
open.
Then he put one leg inside over the sill, and leaning down helped to
draw his fellow-conspirator up to a level with the window. "I feel
just like I was burglarizing a house," chuckled Gallegher, as he
dropped noiselessly to the floor below and refastened the shutter. The
barn was a large one, with a row of stalls on either side in which
horses and cows were dozing. There was a haymow over each row of
stalls, and at one end of the barn a number of fence-rails had been
thrown across from one mow to the other. These rails were covered with
hay.
[Illustration with caption: Gallegher stood upon his shoulders.]
In the middle of the floor was the ring. It was not really a ring, but
a square, with wooden posts at its four corners through which ran a
heavy rope. The space inclosed by the rope was covered with sawdust.
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