If he was to escape there was only one way, to cut a hole in the door.
He felt for his knife. It was gone, and Ted wandered disconsolately to
the couch and sat down to ponder. But the more he racked his brains the
further he got from a plan of escape.
The day dragged slowly on, but he would not sleep for fear that he might
miss some one passing to whom he could call and bring assistance.
Late in the afternoon he stepped to the window and looked at an apple
tree in the grounds beyond. It was full of red apples, and he was very
hungry, but they were not for him.
He wondered that he had not heard any one pass along the road on the
other side of the brick wall.
Suddenly he noticed that the leaves in an apple tree were being
violently agitated, although there was not a breath of wind stirring.
Some one was in the tree, and his first impulse was to yell for help,
then he reflected that if it was a boy pilfering apples the cry would
scare him, and his only chance for rescue would be ruined by the boy
running away.
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