auger holes was all but sawn. Leiba approached cautiously. Now his laughter was undissembled. He nodded his head.
“I have time!”
The saw snapped off the last wood of the upper line. Now it began its work on the next line.
“There are still three,” thought Leiba, and groped his way carefully to the tavern room. He groped in a drawer, found what he wanted, and hiding it with care, tiptoed back to watch the boring auger. But the work outside had ceased.
“What is the cause? Have they gone?” the questions flashed like lightning through his brain.
“Ha—ha—ha!” What a mistake! The work begins anew and he watches it now with pleasure and interest. He was filled with impatience. He wished them to finish it as speedily as possible.
“Quicker!” prayed Leiba. “Quicker!”
Again the Easter bells rang out, high above, in that church on the hill.
“Quicker,” ordered a voice outside. “Day will overtake us.”
At last!
The borer carefully removed the square piece of wood. A huge, sinewy hand is thrust through.
