There was no chance of his bursting it open; that was a feat far beyond his strength; and though he might have worked the rusted bars out of the window, he could never have forced his rotundity through it.

Then he bethought himself of passers-by, and hurried to the top of the tower.

There was no one in sight.

He shouted and shouted till he lost his voice again; the echoes died away among the empty hills.

He leaned upon the parapet waiting, with the faintest hope that the diabolical boy would tire of his joke, return, and set him free.