Above, the flames were already darting out through the windows and sides of the mill.
"Do you not think we might crawl out between the wheel and the wall, and make our way down the tail race, Master Rupert?
This water is chilling me to the bones." "I think it safer to stop where we are, Hugh.

Those fellows are sure to be on the watch.

They will expect to see us jump out of the upper window the last thing, and will wait to throw our bodies--for of course we should be killed--into the flames, to hide all trace of us.

We have only to wait quietly here.

It is not pleasant; but after all the trouble we have had to save our lives, it would be a pity to risk them again.