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pushed into the staple on the outside. Jake was prying, and
lack could not help sobbing a little Jfiimself, He had, how­

ever, to comfort Jake, so he soon stopped, and applied him­
self to this work. The only comfort Jake look was in his
.assurance that he would get him out
How you gwtne do it ?" asked Jake.
" Never mind, I’ll do it,” declared jack, though he had 110

idea how he was to make good his word. He had taken
good notice of the outside of the cabin, and now he began
to examine the inside. As his eyes became accustomed to
the darkness, lie could see better, and as they were bare­
footed, they could walk about without any noise. The old

roof was full of holes, and they could see the sky grow white
with the rising moon. There was an old window in one end
of the loft. There were holes in the side, and looking out,
Jack could see the men sitting about, and hear their voices.
Jack tried the window ; it was nailed down. He examined
it carefully, as he did every other part of the room. He

decided that he could cut the window out in less time than
he could cut a hole through the roof.
He would have tried the bolt, but some of the men were
asleep in the room below, and they could not pass them,

if they could get out of the window, they might climb down
the chimney. He had nothing but his old pocket-knife, and
unfortunately a blade of that was broken ; but the other was
good. He told Jake his plan, who did not think much of it.
Jack thought it was bedtime, so he knelt down and said his