He stole another look up.
The prison window was a good way off now.
Down--down--down--down.
The rope made his hands sore.
He looked up.

The window was so distant, he ventured now to turn his eyes downward again; and there, not more than thirty feet below him, were Margaret and Martin, their faithful hands upstretched to catch him should he fall.

He could see their eyes and their teeth shine in the moonlight.

For their mouths were open, and they were breathing hard.
"Take care, Gerard oh, take care! Look not down." "Fear me not," cried Gerard joyfully, and eyed the wall, but came down faster.
In another minute his feet were at their hands.

They seized him ere he touched the ground, and all three clung together in one embrace.
"Hush! away in silence, dear one." They stole along the shadow of the wall.
Now, ere they had gone many yards, suddenly a stream of light shot from an angle of the building, and lay across their path like a barrier of fire, and they heard whispers and footsteps close at hand.
"Back!" hissed Martin.