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When Macgreggor lighted his candle, and saw the little hole in the wall, at which appeared one of George's eyes, he almost gave a cry of surprise; but prudence restrained him, and he merely touched Watson's arm, pointed to the hole, and then quietly unlocked the door of their room.
What were the feelings of Watson, and Jenks, and Macgreggor as they saw George leave the car, and the train rattled away? They were afraid to make any sign; and even if they had thought it prudent to call out to the lad, or seek to detain him, they would not have found time to put their purpose into execution, so quickly had the whole thing happened.
In a field in front of the mansion cattle were grazing, and the jingle of their bells sounded sweetly in the distance. No one would dream, to look at such an attractive picture, that the grim Spectre of War stalked in the land. "Shall we go up to the house, and ask for something?" suggested Macgreggor, who was blessed with a healthy appetite. Watson looked a little doubtful.
"When you get as old as I am, my boy, you won't take such keen delight in walking through mire." The boy laughed, and turned to the third member of the party. "Are you tired, too, Macgreggor?" he asked.
"Shut the door," ordered Watson, "and go back to the kitchen." Sullenly the farmer obeyed. When the two were once more by the blazing hearth, George and Macgreggor, who had been guarding Mrs. Hare and the negress, rushed forward to grasp the hands of their deliverer. They were about to congratulate him upon his successful nerve and diplomacy when he interrupted them.
Meanwhile the members of the engine expedition, with the exception of Watson and Macgreggor, had run almost noiselessly down the staircase, through the jailer's quarters on the first floor, and thus out into the prison yard.
But Waggie went on barking until he had succeeded in awakening Macgreggor and Watson, and convincing his master that something was wrong. "What's the trouble?" demanded Watson. "Listen," said George, softly. He was on his feet in an instant, as he ran first to one and then to the other of the two windows which graced the cabin. These windows, however, were barricaded with shutters.
With a scream of fright, comical in its intensity, the "aunty" sank back on her stool near the hearth, and covered her dark face with her hands. There she sat, as if she expected to be murdered at any moment. "And you, Macgreggor," continued Watson impressively, "will keep the same sort of watch over Mrs. Hare. Happen what may, there is not to be a sound from either woman." Mrs.
Macgreggor had brought with him a supply of golf sticks or bats, which he generously distributed among those who wished to play. He soon fixed on Bracebridge as being likely to prove one of the best players, and told him that he should be his opponent on this occasion, although he had received only three or four lessons from him.
He took Waggie out of his pocket, and the shrill little barks of the dog added to the noise as he jumped around his master's feet. "Let's break the door down," urged Macgreggor. "The seven sleepers must live here. We might pound all night and not get in." With one accord the three threw themselves vigorously against the door.
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