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_COPE AS A HERO_
At ten o'clock Cope found himself tucked away in a small room on the ground
floor. It had been left quite as planned and constructed by the original
builder of the house. It was cramped and narrow, with low ceiling and one
small window. It gave on a short side-porch which was almost too narrow to
sit on and which was apropos of no special prospect. Doubtless more than
one stalwart youth had slept there before him,--a succession of farmers'
sons who fed all day on the airs and spaces of the great out-of-doors, and
who needed little of either through a short night's rest. It was more
comfortable at the end of April than other guests had found it in mid-
August.
A little before eleven he awoke the house with a loud, ringing cry. Some
one outside had passed his narrow window; feet were heard on the back porch
and hands at the kitchen door. Peter was out as quickly as Cope himself;
and the women, in differing stages of dress and half-dress, followed at
once.
While Mrs. Phillips and Carolyn were clinging to Cope, who had rushed out
in undershirt and trousers, Peter had a short tussle on the porch with the
intruder.
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