statue could not bend.  It had been carried in in a horizontal position.  Sahwah reflected a moment.  Her powers of observation were remarkably good and she could sense things that went on around her without having to see them.  She had noticed that when the boys carried the statue into the barn they had had to climb up into the doorway.  The inclined entrance approach had undoubtedly rotted away.  She figured that this step up had been a foot at least.  Her ingenious mind told her that by standing close to the edge of the doorway and jumping down she would come clear of the doorway.  She put this theory to trial immediately.  The scheme worked.  She landed on her feet on the snow-covered ground, with the top of the statue free in the air.

As fast as she could she made her way up the driveway.  Her hands were still pinioned at her sides.  As she passed the house in front of the barn she could see by the street light that it was empty.  A grand scheme it would have been indeed, if it had worked, hiding the statue in the unused barn where it would not have been discovered for weeks, or possibly months.  Of course, Sahwah readily admitted, Joe did not know that she was in the statue; his object had merely been to spoil the play.  And a very effective method he had taken, too, for the play without the statue of Joan of Arc would have been nothing.

Sahwah stood still on the street and tried to get her bearings.  She was in an unfamiliar neighborhood.  She walked up the street.  Coming toward her was a man.  Sahwah breathed a sigh of relief.  Without a doubt he would see the trouble she was in and free her.  Now Sahwah did not know it, but in the scramble with the dog the button had been pushed which worked the halo.  The neighborhood she was in was largely inhabited by foreigners, and the man coming toward her was a Hungarian who had not been long in this country.  Taking his way homeward with never a thought in his mind but his dinner, he suddenly looked up to see the gigantic figure of a woman bearing down on him, brandishing a gleaming sword and with a dim halo playing around her head.  For an instant he stood rooted to the spot, and then with a wild yell he ran across the street, darted between two houses and disappeared over the back fence.  Then began a series of encounters which threw Sahwah into hysterics twenty years later when she happened to remember them.  Intent only on her own liberation she was at the time unconscious of the terrifying figure she presented, and hastened along at the top of her speed.  Everywhere the people fled before her in the extremity of terror.  On all sides she could hear shrieks of “War!” “War!” “It is a sign of war!”