The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 04 (April 1891)Various
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 04 (April 1891)
Various
English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
Having reached this exciting point, Aunt Ninie stopped and looked at me
to judge the effect. She ought to have been pleased, for I was sitting
on the edge of my chair, my eyes out of my head, with open mouth,
listening with never-failing interest to a story which I had heard so
many times. "What then?" I asked.
[Illustration: "WE GLIDED ALONG THE LEDGE."]
At length, after a few minutes, terribly long minutes they seemed, I
reached the goal. I seized the key which was still in the door, turned
it, pushed the door--and then I thought we were lost!
Nobody had had occasion to go to the granary for a long time, so that
the hinges had become rusty; and as I pushed it open it gave out a
creaking sound, which went all over the chapel, and sent an icy chill
through me.
"What's the matter up there?" growled a soldier, with an oath.
I stood up straight, all of a shake, and I perceived the fugitives,
pale, motionless, and standing as closely as possible to the wall. It
seemed as if our last hour had come. Luckily, it was very windy, as I
have said, and at that very instant a strong gust shook the roof of the
chapel.
"Go to sleep, and rest easy, you great fool! It's the wind!" answered
another voice.
The first soldier listened again for a brief space, then stretched
himself, and went to sleep. We were saved--at least for the moment.
The door was only half open, but it was enough to enable us to squeeze
in. This I did when silence was completely restored below, and the
others followed one by one, easily enough generally, without being
obliged to open the door any further. This was very important, for
another creak would certainly have done for us.
You cannot imagine the joy and gratitude of those men when once they
were all gathered in the granary. They wept, went down on their knees,
and kissed the hem of my dress. One would have thought that I had
finally saved them; but, alas! the danger was still there, terrible and
threatening.
"Rest," I said to them; "stretch yourselves upon the straw. Here you
are fairly safe--for the time being, at least. As soon as they are
gone you will have nothing more to fear, and you can go away in your
turn. Now rest yourselves and sleep, and count on me if any new danger
menaces you."
I left them and passed through the door, leaving it as it was. Of
course it would have been better to shut it, but that was impossible on
account of the noise it would have made.
My return journey along the ledge was performed without incident.
Alone, I felt lighter, more skilful, and slipped along like a mouse. At
the end of a few seconds I was back in the room, where the two ladies
anxiously awaited me.
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