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only after long efforts that this was accomplished.
At the same instant fragments of broken glass
fell upon the floor, and Mr. Kartmann gave a
shrill whistle. The scuffling and noise which
followed proved that the order given by the
signal was obeyed. Shouts and cries were heard
soon afterwards, and then the report of a pistol.
At this sound Mr. Kartmann rushed from the >
room. Fred had until then felt unable to move.
The peculiar noise made by some one trying
to squeeze his body through the broken window
suddenly aroused him from his stupefaction, and
then Francis stood before him.

‘Wretched young man!’ exclaimed he; ‘what
are you doing here?’

‘Save me!’ said Francis wildly tohim. ‘Save
me, Fred!’

‘How can I?’

A thought flashed across him. He remem-
bered that there was a door in the room which
led into the garden; he felt for it in the dark,
found it, dragged Francis after him, and ran
with him towards a part of the garden wall that
was the lowest.

‘Go!’ exclaimed he, after he had explained to
his brother the way he was to take. ‘Do not