It was certainly tantalizing that he should be tied hand and foot, utterly unable to help himself. More and more light crept in at the window, and there was every indication of its being a glorious day. But this prospect brought no pleasure to poor Kit. "Before this time the circus people must have found out my absence," he thought. "Will they take the trouble to look for me?" Kit was on good terms with his comrades, indeed he was popular with them all, as a bright boy is apt to be, and he did not like to think that no effort would be made to find him. Still, as he could not help owning to himself, they had no clew that was likely to lead to success. He had given no one notice where he was going, and his capture was not likely to have been observed by any one. While he was indulging in these sorrowful reflections, his attention was drawn to a noise at the window. "They can't have come back so early," he said to himself in surprise. He twisted himself round to catch a glimpse, if possible, of the early visitor, and to his delight, he caught a partial view of Janet's dress. Suppose she should prove a deliverer, he said to himself with beating heart. The visitor, whoever it was, was evidently trying to peer into the cabin. Kit was so placed in a corner as to be almost out of sight in the dark interior. He felt that he must attract attention. "Hallo, there!" he cried in a loud clear voice. "He's there!" thought Janet, "just as father said." "Let me out!" cried Kit, eagerly. "Draw out the bolt, and open the door!" "Will she do it, or will she be frightened away?" he asked himself, with his heart filled with suspense. He did not have long to wait for an answer, and a favorable one. He heard the bolt withdrawn, then the door was opened, and the girl's face appeared. Janet Hayden was small, not especially pretty, and rather old-fashioned in looks, but to poor Kit she seemed like an angel. "Are you the circus boy?" she asked timidly. "Yes; I am tied here. Have you got a knife to cut this rope?" "Yes; I brought one with me." "Then you knew I was here?" Kit asked in surprise. "Yes; it was my father that locked you up here--my father and another man." "Will you cut the rope and let me go, then?" "Yes; that is what I came for." The little maid went up to the captive, bent over, and with considerable sawing, for the knife she had with her was a dull case knife, succeeded in severing the rope, and Kit was able to rise and stand upon his feet. It was a perfect luxury to feel himself once more free and unshackled. "I'm very much obliged to you," he said, gratefully. "You can't imagine how stiff I am." "I should think you would be," said Janet, sympathetically. "When did your father tell you that I was here?" "After he got home last night. It was after he had eaten his supper." "And where is he now?" "At home and asleep." "Does he get up early?" asked Kit, in some anxiety.