Friends will be awaiting you." With the note was a very fine steel saw, coiled round and round, and a tiny phial of oil.

Ryan gave a cry of delight as he read it; and then hid the saw and the oil bottle in his bed, made up the tiny note into a pellet, and swallowed it.

As he ate his dinner, he pondered over how so much could have been managed.

The courtyard of the prison was, he knew, some ten feet higher than the ground outside.

Some one must, after nightfall, have climbed up to the passage window and sawn the bars almost asunder, with a saw as fine as the one he had received.