But Judy's hunger! Nothing to eat since yesterday morning!
He remembered, with a feeling of pain even now, the horrible
sinking sensation he had experienced last week when for punishment
he had been sent to bed without his tea. And Judy had forgone
three meals! He shut his lips tightly, and a light of almost
heroic resolve came into his eyes. Round at the side of the house
was the window to the pantry; he had often gazed longingly up at it,
but had never ventured to attempt the ascent, for there was a
horrible cactus creeper up the wall.
But now for Judy's sake he would do it or die. He marched round
the house and up to the side window; no one was about, the whole
place seemed very quiet. Martha, as he had seen, was cooking in
the kitchen, and the other girl was whitening the front veranda.
He gave one steady look at the great spiky thorns, and the next
minute was climbing up among them.
Oh, how they pierced and tore him! There was a great, jagged
wound up one arm, his left stocking was ripped away and a deep
red scratch showed across his leg, his hands were bleeding and
quivering with pain.
But he had reached the sill, and that was everything.
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