Then he got up quietly, climbed upon the window-sill and pulled the nail out.

Dropping back upon the floor noiselessly, he pushed his hands upward against the sash, and it rose easily.

Like an animal held in unwilling confinement, he did not stop to think of any danger that might lie in the way of escape when opportunity for escape offered.

The fear behind was worse than any imagined fear that could lie beyond.

Pushing up the sash, Andy, without looking down from the window, threw himself across the sill and dropped his body over, supporting himself with his hands on the snow-encrusted ledge for a moment, and then letting himself fall to the ground, a distance of nearly ten feet.