I will be responsible for the prisoners till then." The man growled out an answer something about the rain, and then departed round the end of the building, followed by Muller.
"Now then, come on," whispered Jantje; "there is a hole in the store-room wall, and you may be able to speak to Missie Bessie." Jess did not require a second invitation, but slipped up to the wall in five seconds.

Passing her hand over the stone-work she found the air-hole, which she remembered well, for they used to play bo-peep there as children, and was about to whisper through it, when suddenly the door at the other end opened, and Frank Muller entered, bearing the lantern in his hand.

For a moment he stood on the threshold, opening the slide of the lantern in order to increase the light.

His hat was off, and he wore a cape of dark cloth thrown over his shoulders, which seemed to add to his great breadth.

Indeed the thought flashed through the mind of Jess as she looked at him through the hole, and saw the light strike upon his face and form, glinting down his golden beard, that he was the most magnificent specimen of humanity whom she had ever seen.