One foot was already above the capstone; and with this and his teeth he was widening the aperture around him.
It was a terrible sight to behold--at least to those below.
As already stated, they _were_ alarmed; and would have taken to their horses, had they not perceived that the animal had _stuck fast_! It was evident that this was the case, but it was equally evident that in a few moments he would succeed in clearing himself from the chimney.
His teeth and claws were hard at work, and the stones and mortar were flying in all directions.

The funnel would soon be down below his broad chest, and then-- Von Bloom did not stay to think what then.

He and Hendrik, guns in hand, ran up near the bottom of the wall.

The chimney was but a score of feet in height; the long roer was pointed upward, reaching nearly half that distance.

The yager was also aimed.