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outside. The clouds had broken and a full moon 

 was casting her light through the diamond panes 

 of the windows as, sitting up in bed, he strained 

 his ears to Usten. 



It was Giveen's voice, and Giveen was shouting 

 for help. He dragged the bed from the door, 

 opened the door, and without waiting to dress 

 rushed out into the night. 



The cries were coming from the back of the 

 cottage. Running round, he came upon the object 

 of distress and the cause. 



The front end of Mr Giveen was protruding from 

 the tiny window of the bedroom; this window 

 had possessed a bar across it, which bar the 

 prisoner, by a miracle of patience and dexterity, 

 had removed. He had got his head and one arm 

 and shoulder through, and there he was stuck. 



" Help! " cried Mr Giveen. " I'm stuck." 



"Try back," cried Bobby. "Don't push 

 forward or you'll be stuck worse. What made 

 you try to get out of that window, you sainted 

 fool? It's not big enough for a child. Push 

 hackr 



"Back, is it!" cried the perspiring Giveen. 

 " Back or front is all the same. I tell you, I'm 

 stuck for good. Help! Murder! Thieves! " 



" Come forward, then," cried Bobby, seizing 

 the free arm, " and shut that row. Now then, 

 all together. Push whilst I pull. ' ' 



" Let up, or you'll have the arm off me," cried 

 the afflicted one. "Holy Mary! but you're 



