The mention of that name and the prospect of the awaking seemed to nerve
Helen to the effort she was called upon to make; and in answer to a
fresh demand made upon her by her companion, she declared her readiness.
"I will go first," said the girl, and with the nimbleness of a cat she
seized the bars of the window, went up them like a ladder, and with an
agility that made Helen, as she watched her in the dim light shed up
there by the lamp, look upon her movements as almost miraculous.
Drawing herself quickly up, she passed through the hole in the attap
roof, crawling right out; and directly after, having turned, Helen saw
her leaning through.
"Now, come--quick!" whispered the girl. "Step up the window-bars as I
did, and then give me your hands. You shall not fall; I will hold you."
Helen made a couple of weak, ineffective trials to climb up and reach
her friend, but sank back, and was ready to burst into feeble tears and
give up in despair; but Murad uttered some angry words and threw out one
arm, which fell heavily back upon the floor.
The noise electrified Helen, who darted to the window-bars, and how she
managed she hardly knew, but she climbed up, caught spasmodically at the
Malay girl's hand, at the bamboo rafters, and partly by her own effort,
partly by the girl's exertion, was dragged up through the palm-leaf
roof, and sat with her companion holding on tightly to the steep slope.
Here she rested, panting and trembling, so that the girl did not make
any further effort for a few minutes, and even then it was Helen who
proposed that they should move, placing her lips close to the other's
ear, and asking wildly what they should do next.
For answer the girl climbed over her, made Helen move slightly, and
then, seating herself with the legs through the hole, she took off the
sarong worn veil-fashion over her shoulders, and twisting it tightly,
tied it to the one Helen wore, making of the two a strong silken rope,
one end of which she secured to the trembling prisoner's left wrist.
"Now," she whispered, "I will hold you by this. Let yourself slide
softly till you touch the bars with your feet, and then climb down.
Afterwards hang from the sarongs, and I will lower you as far as I can."
Helen drew a long, deep breath, trembling the while, for the height and
position in which they were seemed to her to be awful!
But she did not shrink now; she felt committed to the desperate
enterprise; and holding on by the tough palm-leaves, she lowered herself
down the steep roof, and then clung to the woodwork with all her
strength, as her feet were suspended now over the darkness, and she
sought foothold for them with desperate haste.
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