The window of the guardroom was but five feet from the ground. In
front of it, however, was an iron fence, placed in the form of a
semicircle, at a distance of about ten feet from the opening. The
fence was higher than Dick's head, and the iron pickets were
sharp-pointed.
"The window to the room is shut," announced the elder Rover, after
an inspection in the semi-darkness. "It's a shame, in this warm
weather. Poor Tom will be half smothered to death!"
"Wait till I attract his attention," said Sam. Catching up a clod
of grass and dirt he threw it against one of the window panes.
A minute of suspense followed, but no face appeared at the window.
"That's queer," said Fred. "It seems to me be would show himself
if he was there."
"Perhaps he, can't," said Sam. "He may be chained up in the other
end of the room."
"I'm going to make sure," said Dick determinedly. "Sam and Fred,
both of you give me a boost up."
"But how will you get back?"
"You can give me another boost through the pickets."
"Hurrah! so we can!" cried Sam. "All right; up you go!"
And up Dick did go, so rapidly that he almost fell over the top of
the iron barrier.
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