So startled was the boy by the adventure, so exhausted by what he had
gone through, that it never occurred to him to make a dash for liberty.
He crouched there, literally paralysed, and for the moment he could not
believe it true that, due to his silence and position, he was unseen,
and the man had passed away into the darkness, and his heavy panting
breath had died away. In the reaction came the thought of what he ought
to do, and with it the wonder that it had not occurred to him before.
Pausing a few brief moments to make sure that he was quite alone,
Godfrey rose from his crouching position, and, with the rope gliding
through his hand, he stepped outward on to the lawn at right-angles to
the front of the house, to feel the next minute the sharp needles of the
big fir-tree brushing his face and making a crickling, crackling noise
as the rope, which passed through his hands, rustled among the boughs.
The next minute he had forced his way in close up to the trunk, and,
running the rope through his hands, till he got hold of the free end, he
fastened it round his waist and then began to climb.
It would have been easy enough getting from bough to bough, which stood
straight out, and was facile for one who mounted as if he were going up
a ladder; but there was the rope, which kept catching and the noise it
made as he had to shake and snatch to free it in its passage amongst the
lower branches.
But he persevered, and climbed and climbed with his task growing
lighter, the branches thinner, and he found himself right up the grand
old tree, which towered above the roof, leaving him now on a level with
the window from which he had lowered himself.
Godfrey paused, breathless, with one arm round a horizontal branch to
rest himself a little and listen; but all was still, and, untying the
rope from about his waist, he passed it round the tree, a comparatively
easy task now, for, embracing the trunk, his hands touched, and directly
after he was hauling upon the rope, had drawn it tight, so tight that it
was pretty well horizontal, when, passing it round the trunk again, he
knotted it firmly, forming a spider line ready for him to creep along to
his sanctuary in the roof.
It required a little nerve, but the lad was desperate, and, trusting to
his knots at either end being firm, he took hold of the rope, let his
feet glide down, and then began to travel hand over hand, swinging more
and more till his feet ceased to touch the nearest, boughs, when,
throwing them up, he hooked first one leg and then the other over the
giving rope, and, relieving the weight upon his arms, began to creep
more quickly over the ten or fifteen yards which separated the
tree-trunk from the house.
The rope, in spite of his efforts to tighten it, formed a deep bow as he
went along, easily at first, but with the difficulty increasing as the
depth of the curve was passed, and the latter part was somewhat of a
climb.
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