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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. 177 waiting patiently, so he made his way back to the trap door and whispered down: “Allright. Not a soul in sight.” “Stay where you are a second,” said Mike, and presently he passed up on a pole a basket contain- ing half a dozen hunks of raw and bloody meat. “Sling them as far as you can into the yard,” he directed, “and then look out for fun. But hold on,” he added. “Qi have a better plan still. Here, take this stick,” and he handed up a long pole with a hookon theend. ‘ Now when Oi open the shutter you hold the pole down till Oi fasten the strings on to the hook, do you see?” “Yes,” Forbes whispered, and then he crawled back to the edge of the roof. In a moment or two the shutters creaked slight- ly, and then parted slowly. Forbes held down the pole while Mike hastily fastened on the ends of the cords. ‘¢ Now pull up,” he whispered, and Forbes drew the pole up to the roof. Up to this point he had no idea what the Irish- man was about, and he waited with curiosity for the denouement. It took Mike but a moment to draw himself through the trap door to the roof, and he crawled over to Melton’s side, dragging the basket of meat with him. He was chuckling with satisfaction. “ What are you going to do?” asked Forbes. 12 , COLUM 1OOO SS co