"I am a--a--blooming idiot," he groaned. "I forgot to remove a roll of
bills from an upper pocket in that vest!"
"Oh, is that all?" she cried, in great relief, starting down the ladder.
"All? There was at least fifty dollars in that roll," he said, from the
floor, not forgetting to assist her gallantly to the bottom.
"You can add it to my bill, you know," she said sweetly.
"But it leaves me dead broke."
"You forget that I have money, Mr. Crosby. What is mine to-night is also
yours. I think we should shake hands and congratulate one another."
Crosby's sunny nature lost its cloud in an instant, and the two clasped
hands at the bottom of the ladder.
"I think it is time to cut and run," he said. "It's getting so beastly
dark we won't be able to find the road."
"And there is no moon until midnight. But come; we are free. Let us fly
the hated spot, as they say in the real novels. How good the air feels!"
She was soon leading the way swiftly toward the gate. Night had fallen
so quickly that they were in utter darkness. There were lights in the
windows of the house on the hill, and the escaped prisoners, with one
impulse, shook their clenched hands toward them.
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