"I seized hold of the ladder, and we returned to the back of the chateau to see if the window of the chamber was still half-open.
Was the cry a signal?--Had some accomplice of the man seen me on the ladder!--Would the cry bring the man to the window?--Perhaps!
And Boxtel, without taking any notice of the treasures about him, so entirely were his thoughts absorbed by another inestimable treasure, let himself out by the window, glided down the
ladder, carried it back to the place whence he had taken it, and, like a beast of prey, returned growling to his house.
And the facts before me are an empty tower with a ladder, a chair, and a table."
"I say I'm dealing with much simpler things than your simple faith, with a table and a chair and a ladder. Now what I want to say about them at the start is this.
"But," said Bazin, yawning portentously, "the
ladder is still at the window."
The question for me now is whether I am to let go this
ladder and go on swimming till I sink from ex- haustion, or--to come on board here."
During this passage, Felton related everything to Milady--how, instead of going to London, he had chartered the little vessel; how he had returned; how he had scaled the wall by fastening cramps in the interstices of the stones, as he ascended, to give him foothold; and how, when he had reached the bars, he fastened his
ladder. Milady knew the rest.
A lesser
ladder still ascended to a tinier trap-door in the apex of the tower; the fixed seats looked to me to be wearing their old, old coat of grained varnish; nay the varnish had its ancient smell, and the very vanes outside creaked their message to my ears.
The monotony of the blind trail was increased by the fact that from the moment he had started from the foot of the
ladder he had counted his every step.
Joe clung with all his strength to the
ladder during the wide oscillations that it had to describe, and then making an indescribable gesture to the Arabs, and climbing with the agility of a monkey, he sprang up to his companions, who received him with open arms.
'To have me in his service, Sir?' cried Kit, who had stopped short in his work and faced about on the
ladder like some dexterous tumbler.