He therefore resumed his watch, but in some perplexity as to where he ought to stand, in order to watch both front and rear.

Phil occasionally looked guardedly from the window in the second story, and saw his enemy, but knew that as long as he remained indoors he was safe.

It was not very agreeable remaining in the chamber alone, but it was a great deal better than falling into the clutches of Pietro, and he felt fortunate to have found so secure a place of refuge.
Pietro finally posted himself at the side of the house, where he could command a view of both front and rear, and there maintained his stand nearly underneath the window at which his intended prisoner was standing.
As Phil was watching him, suddenly he heard steps, and Bridget McGuire entered the chamber.

She bore in her hand the same tin dipper before noticed, filled with steaming hot water.

Phil regarded her with some surprise.
"Would you like to see some fun now ?" she asked, her face covered by a broad smile.
"Yes," said Phil.
"Open the windy, aisy, so he won't hear." Phil obeyed directions, and managed not to attract the attention of his besieger below, who chanced at the moment to be looking toward the door in the rear.
"Now," said Bridget, "take this dipper and give him the binifit of it." "Don't let him see you do it," cautioned his protector.
Phil took the idea and the dipper at once.
Phil, holding the dipper carefully, discharged the contents with such good aim that they drenched the watching Pietro.