At this, Pinky, into whose eyes flashed a fierce light, caught her by the wrists in a grip that almost crushed the bones.
"Out with it! where is Andy ?" Still the frightened woman could not speak.
"If that child isn't here, I'll murder you!" said Pinky, now white with anger, tightening her grasp.
At this, with a desperate effort, the woman flung her off, and catching up a long wooden bench, raised it over her head.
"If there's to be any murder going on," she said, recovering her powers of speech, "I'll take the first hand! As for the troublesome brat, he's gone.

Got out of the window and climbed down the spout.

Wonder he wasn't killed.

Did fall--I don't know how far--and must have hurt himself, for I heard a noise as if something heavy had dropped in the yard, but thought it was next door.

Half an hour afterward, in going up stairs and opening the door of the room where I kept him locked in, I found it empty and the window open.