"That's Waterman! Oh, the nerve of it! We are in at the
making of history to-night, Mr. Montague."
Perhaps half an hour later, Montague, standing beside Bates, saw his
hand jerked violently several times.
"That means pull up!" cried he. "Quick!"
And he seized the rope. "Put your weight on it," he whispered. "It
will hold."
They proceeded to haul. Rodney helped them by catching hold of the
cornice of the window and lifting himself. Then there was a moment
of great straining, during which Montague held his breath; after
which the weight grew lighter again. Rodney had got his knees upon
the cornice.
A few moments later his fingers appeared, clutching the edge of the
sill. He swung himself up, and Montague and Bates grasped him under
the arms, and fairly jerked him into the room.
He staggered to his feet; and there was a moment's pause, while all
three caught their breath. Then Rodney leaped at Bates, and grasped
him by the shoulders. "Old man!" he cried. "We landed them! We
landed them!"
"We landed them!" laughed the other in exultation.
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