lieutenant was out of the house?" Dorothy asked earnestly.
"I did fur certain, honey."
"And you heard father say he wished the lieutenant had made his escape by one of the back windows before he got home from Bowling Green?"
"I heard all dat, chile, an' it's 'er fac'!"
"Then we must let him escape! When he has gone the whole matter will be settled as father wants it, and nobody can blame him."
"I 'clar to goodness, honey, but you'se got it right down fine. Chuck de ossifer out, an' de scrimmage am ober; kase why? Kase dere ain't any mo' Massa Spy fur ter worry 'bout!"
A sigh of relief escaped from Sarah's lips. This way out of the difficulty seemed so simple and pleasant that she wondered why it had not occurred to her before.
"What window can he get through?" she asked eagerly, and Dorothy replied promptly:
"The one in my room looks out over the shed. If we had a piece of rope—"
"I'se got yo' dere, honey. I strung a line fur Missus day befo' yesterday, an' I'll fetch it in er shake."
He unbolted the outer door of the kitchen softly, and without waiting for any word of assent from Dorothy, disappeared in the darkness.
