"What shall I do?" "Ask your father to bring his tall ladder. I am sure it will reach up to my window. Only be quick about it. I want to get out before Mr. Talbot is through breakfast." "I'll do it. It will be good fun to circumvent the old rascal." Sam started on a run, and in less than ten minutes came back with his father and the ladder. Mr. Jones was very ready to lend his assistance, for he had taken a dislike to Mr. Talbot, who had beaten him down on the price of some repairs he had made to the barn. The two together put up the ladder against the window, and Robert stepping through the opening, put his foot on the top rung and quickly descended. He breathed a sigh of relief and exultation as he set foot on the ground. "That's the first time I was ever a prisoner, and I don't like it," he said. "I wish I had old Talbot up there. He wouldn't dare to escape as I did, for he is an awful coward." He told the story of the dog, and how frightened his step-father had been. Sam and his father enjoyed the story. "Now, take away the ladder quick. I don't want Mr. Talbot to know how I got out. I mustn't forget to thank you for your kindness." "You can do as much for me if father ever locks me up," said Sam. "I don't think there's much danger." Meanwhile, Mr. Talbot having got through breakfast went upstairs to enjoy the uncomfortable position of his step-son. "Robert!" he called through the key-hole. There was no answer. "You needn't be sullen. It will do you no good." Still there was no answer. "I would open the door," thought the man, "but he may be lying in wait for me, and he is very strong for a boy." A third time he called, but still there was no answer. "I hope he hasn't done anything desperate," thought James Talbot. Finally he summoned up courage to unlock the door. Lo, the bird was flown, and the window was open. "I wonder if he has jumped out!" said Talbot in alarm. He went to the window and looked out, but could see nothing of Robert. "It is very strange," he muttered. "If he had broken a limb, he would be lying on the lawn." He went downstairs considerably perturbed. Hearing noise in the dining-room, he looked in, and saw Robert sitting at the table. "Good morning, Mr. Talbot," said Robert, with much politeness. "You will excuse my being late to breakfast, but circumstances prevented my being on time." James Talbot sank into a chair and stared at Robert open-mouthed. "Did you get out of the window?" he asked. "Yes, but next time I'd rather go through the door." "What a very remarkable boy!" thought his step-father. CHAPTER V. A CRISIS. Nothing more was said about the woodpile. Apparently Mr. Talbot concluded that he was not likely to carry his point, and prudently withdrew from the conflict. But his sense of defeat only made him the more incensed against his rebellious step-son.