This she flung open, and disclosed to view a narrow court beneath.
"Jump out," she cried; "run across, and you can easily scramble upon the roof of yon low outbuilding.

From thence you can creep along into the lane at the back; and, if no one be watching, drop down there and fly for your life.

But if there be a spy set, then climb up by the gutterings upon the roof--Harry Gay has done it many a time--and you will find a hundred ways of outwitting them and escaping down some back alley.
"O Tom, make haste! I hear angry voices in parley with my father.
He will detain them as long as may be.

But be thou gone quickly.
Oh, do not delay!" "I will not," answered Tom, with his hands upon the windowsill; "and I thank you from my heart for your goodwill to me this night.
Give me one kiss, sweetheart, and bid me good speed.

Pray Heaven you have a welcome for me when you see me next!" She kissed him with the tears standing in her eyes.
"I shall always have a welcome for you, Tom," she answered; "I shall think of you always till I see you again.