I have myself fastened the sheet.

Quick, my little Rose!" As light as a bird, the young girl mounted the ledge of the window, and assisted by Dagobert, took hold of the sheet, and slid gently down according to the recommendation of the soldier, who, leaning out his whole body, encouraged her with his voice.
"Don't be afraid, sister!" said she, as soon as she touched the ground, "it is very easy to come down this way.

And Spoil-sport is here, licking my hands." Blanche did not long keep her waiting; as courageous as her sister, she descended with the same success.
"Dear little creatures! what have they done to be so unfortunate ?--Thousand thunders! there must be a curse upon the family," cried Dagobert, as, with heavy heart, he saw the pale, sweet face of the young girl disappear amid the gloom of the dark night, which violent squalls of wind and torrents of rain rendered still more dismal.
"Dagobert, we are waiting for you; come quickly!" said the orphans in a low voice, from beneath the window.

Thanks to his tall stature, the soldier rather leaped than glided to the ground.
Dagobert and the two young girls had not fled from the inn of the White Falcon more than a quarter of an hour, when a long crash resounded through the house.

The door had yielded to the efforts of the burgomaster and Morok, who had made use of a heavy table as a battering ram.