The girl sat up on the straw.
"I'll call," she whispered presently, "and pretend you're not here."
"But the horse?"
"I'll lie about him."
She raised her voice.
"Who's there?" she called.
"It's I—Calvert. Where are you?"
"Listen," she answered; "I've fallen through the floor into the cellar. Don't you see where it's broken?"
The footsteps approached.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
"No; but don't come too close, don't try to look down; the floor's frightfully rickety. Isn't there a ladder there somewhere?"
A man laughed.
"Wait," he said. They heard his footsteps and laughter receding. Presently the bottom of a ladder appeared through the hole in the floor.
"Look out for your head," said the man.
The girl rose and guided the ladder clear of Aladdin's head.
