"I know you.

Been playing the spy, that's what you've been doing.

Who locked you in ?" "Will you come round and open the door ?" said Archy in an angry whisper.
"Oh, of course," replied the boy grinning; and he dropped down, rushed through the bushes, and disappeared from view.
Archy stepped back to the door listening, but there was not a sound.
"He has gone to give the alarm," thought the prisoner, and he looked excitedly round for a way of escape.
Nothing but the chimney presented itself.

The door was too strong to attack, and he remembered the three fastenings.
Should he try the chimney?
And be stuck there, and dragged out like a rabbit by the hind legs from his hole! "No; I've degraded myself enough," he said angrily, "and there are sure to be bars across.

Hah!" A happy inspiration had come, and placing one hand upon his breast, he thrust in the other, gave a tug, and drew out his little curved dirk, glanced at the edge, ran to the window and began to cut at one of the bars.
Labour in vain.