Then I grew quieter and tried to find some way of escape but the shutters were all fastened and the door was too strong for me.

I tried to clamber up the chimney once but I had to give it up.

Then suddenly the thought of making a smoke came to me and then I improved on that idea and used the Morse code that Rob has been drumming into me.

I never thought that I might be able to use it to save my life maybe--or at least a lot of hunger and misery." "Could you recognize the men who took you if you saw them again ?" asked Rob earnestly.
"I'm not sure," responded the small lad, "one of them I would know--the one with the beard.

The other two wore masks.