My Lady of the North by Randall Parrish
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it?"
I made no answer for a moment; I was groping about in the darkness of our narrow quarters to see if I could determine exactly where we were. "How high is this house, Jed, do you know?" "Three stories an' attic." "How far up are we?" "'Bout halfway 'long ther third story, I reckon; must be jist b'low whar ye are thet I stuck my fut down an openin'. Reckon 't was 'nother fireplace, like thet one on ther first flure." I lowered myself silently, and felt along the stones until I located the opening, and roughly measured its dimensions. "I shall have to risk crawling out here, Jed," I said finally, "for I shall surely stick fast if I go up another ten feet. Do you suppose you can squeeze through to the top?" "I reckon I kin," he returned calmly. "'Just as the minstrel's sounds were stayed, a stranger climbed the steepy glade.' But hadn't we better stick tergether, Cap?" "No," I answered firmly. "You go on, and one of us must get through to Lee. Don't mind me at all; get down from the roof as best you can. If I am caught it will be all the more important that you should succeed." "'Tis done--'I thank thee, Roderick, for the word; it nerves my heart, |
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