"I've been here five or ten minutes." "You have!" exclaimed I.
"Yes.

My window opened on to this ledge, too; so I didn't see why I shouldn't come." "You might have fallen and killed yourself.

But I say, Jack, won't you come in?
Even if we do get caught things can't be much worse than they are." "I know that--so I think you'd better come out." "What for ?" exclaimed I, in astonishment.
"To get away--anywhere," said he.
In a moment I was up on the window-sill, scrambling out on to the ledge beside him.

The fresh morning breeze blew on my face as I did so, and a glorious sense of freedom took hold of both our drooping spirits.

We needed no words.