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for hooks upon which garments might be hung. Climbing the pole, I braced my feet on the projections, and shoved firmly upon the thatch overhead. As I had supposed the palm leaves were not bound down very tightly, and soon I had made an opening large enough to admit of the passage of my body.
With caution I stuck out my head and gazed around. I could see the space in front of the hut and the woods behind it, but the guards were out of sight below the edge. Looking up, I saw that a tree branch was within easy reach. I mounted a little higher, caught the branch, and with a gentle swish swung myself to a place of safety.
