n the heat of the small fire away from them; yet even there among the cool rocks they had found it necessary to put
out the little blaze, as making their niche too warm. Down below in the open valley the heat was unbroken; and to be wet and
warm, and obliged to exert all one’s strength at the same time, is hard for a large man like Gregory Dexter. The rain dripped
from the roof directly down upon his hat, and probably, the looker-on thought with glee, was stealing down his back also. At
any rate he was becoming impatient, for he broke a pane of glass and put his hand through to try and reach the sash-spring.
But the spring was broken; it would not move. And now he must be growing angry, for he shivered all the panes, broke the
frame, and then tried to clamber in; the cushions were already sacrificed down on the wet boards below. But it is difficult
for a broad-shouldered heavy man to climb through a small window, especially if he have no firm foot-hold as a beginning.
Heathcote laughed out aloud now, and Anne leaned forward to look also.
“Who is it?” she said, as she caught sight of the struggling figure. At this moment Dexter had one knee on the sill and his
head inside, but he was too broad for the space.