Daphne boosted, and Dion climbed, and in another minute he was sitting on the window-sill with one foot hanging down outside and the other firmly braced against the side of the window. He held on with his left hand and, leaning over, was able with his right to clasp Daphne. She hooked her left arm on his, put her hand on the sill and leaped. The next instant she was lying on her stomach over the sill, and Dion was helping her to a sitting position. "It isn't so very far to drop," whispered Dion. "I've dropped from the balustrade into the court lots of times at home." "All right," said Daphne, "You drop first, and I'll follow." Dion turned, stuck his head out as far as possible, and looked in every direction. Then he let himself down from the sill, hung to it for a moment by his hands, and dropped like a cat to the ground. He flattened himself against the wall of the temple, and in another moment Daphne was safe beside him. "Now," whispered Dion, "we'll run like everything around behind the temple to the statue of Athena." Hand in hand through the moonlight they sped, and were soon in the shadow of the great bronze statue. "Let's wait here a minute and look around," whispered Dion. They crouched down in the shadow and looked back. Their hearts almost stopped beating when they saw two cloaked figures emerge from the temple, and they recognized Lampon and the priest of the Erechthcum. The two men passed so near the statue that the children could plainly hear their voices, though they spoke in low tones. "We will wait at the head of the street of the Amphorae," they heard Lampon say. "He is sure to pass that way. It will relieve my tongue to tell him some things in the guise of a common ruffian which I could not say as a priest." "You did well to recognize those brats," said the priest of the Erechtheum. "They might have upset all our plans if we had not kept them safe." The two brats behind the statue shook their fists at the retreating figures. They waited until the sound of footsteps had died away, and then they made a quick dash from the shadow and flew down the incline up which the procession had come in the morning. In a moment they were at the bottom. They could just see the dark figures of the priests disappearing toward the north. The children shrank back again into the shadow. "What shall we do next?" said Daphne. "We don't know our way anywhere at all. We don't even know where our uncle lives." "What was the name of that rich man at whose house they said Pericles was going to the banquet?" asked Dion, with a sudden inspiration. "Oh, dear," said Daphne, "I can't think. Let me see. Hip---Hip--" "Ponicus," finished Dion, "that's it! Surely any Athenian would know where a rich man like Hipponicus lives. We must just go along until we meet some one we can ask." "Suppose we should meet Lampon!" shuddered Daphne.