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"No, I will not believe that," I answered indignantly. "I am sure he is honest. He is an Englishman and a sailor, there is no mistaking that; and he did not look or speak like a rogue. Let us hope for the best."

Just as I made this observation, we heard what sounded like the mew of a kitten, just under the window. We instantly jumped up, and I let down our line. I felt it gently tugged.

"Haul up," said a voice; and as we got to the end, we found a rope sufficiently strong to bear a man's weight attached to the end.

"Fasten that to a strong bar; and look out not to make a lubber's knot,"

added the voice.

We did as we were bid; and soon after a strong tug had been given to the rope, a man's head and shoulders appeared at the window. He looked in to discover who was in the room.

"All friends here?" he asked.

"Yes, to a friend in need," I replied.

"All right then," he said; and, apparently satisfied, he climbed up farther, and sat himself down securely on the window-ledge. "Now my lads, you'd like to get out of this, I suppose," he said, in a careless tone, which showed that he was in no way agitated by the risk he was running. "Well, there isn't a moment to be lost; and so I've brought three files, that we may all work away at the bars together."

Pedro and I took the files he offered us, and waited till he had examined the bars.

"Here are two together, which seem loosened in their sockets," he observed. "Now it seems to me, mates, if we were to file away at the upper part, just below the lowest cross bar, and could wrench out those two bars, as you are not very stout, there would be room for you two to slip through."

"I feel sure that we could easily get through," I answered; "but what are we to do, friend, when we are outside?"

"Never you trouble your head about that, youngster," he replied. "I've planned it all, and it can't fail; so do you just take the file and work away."

Thus admonished, Pedro and I began to file away at one bar, while the sailor attacked the other.

"Don't stop," he whispered; "the noise is much less likely to be noticed if you go on regularly with it, than it breaks off every now and then."

We filed away accordingly with all our might; but I could not help trembling at times with alarm lest we should be heard; for though the wind howled and whistled in a most satisfactory manner, yet there is something so peculiar in the sound of filing, that I was afraid the sharp ears of the gaoler or guards might hear it. Pedro and I had got through more than two-thirds of our bar, and we agreed that we might easily wrench it out of its place, when our arms began to ache, and as we rested for a minute, we heard a footstep approaching the room. In great alarm, we told the sailor.

"Never mind," he answered, quite calmly. "Stow the files away, and lie down on the bed, and pretend to be fast asleep. I've got a lump of pitch in my pocket, and I'll just fill up the grooves we've made in the bars, so that they'll not be observed. There, that will do. Now I'll just wait down below till your visitor has gone."

We threw ourselves on the bed, as he advised, and listened with intense anxiety. The footsteps pa.s.sed by, and we heard doors opening near us.

All was again silent for some time; and we had just sprung up, and were about to call the sailor, when we heard the footsteps returning. We threw ourselves down once more on the bed. Just as we had done so, the door opened, and Sancho, holding a lantern in his hand, put his head into the room. His two a.s.sistants appeared behind him. As the light flashed on my eyes, I closed them fast.

"All right here, the lads are fast asleep," he said, turning to the men.

"Hillo! Senores, wake up, will you. The governor has received notice that some stranger was seen this morning, wandering about outside the prison; and he has sent us round to see that all our inmates were safe.

Just remember, then, that we paid you a visit, that's all. Now go to sleep again, for you won't have many more nights to rest here. Ha! ha!

ha!"

The men laughed as he said this, as if they thought it a very good joke; and Pedro and I sat up and rubbed our eyes.

"_Buenos noches_, good night, Senores," he repeated; and to our infinite satisfaction, without approaching the window, he and his a.s.sistants retired, and closed the door behind them.

We listened till their footsteps had died away in the distance; and then jumping up, we went to the window, where I gave a low mew, which was answered by the sailor, who quickly climbed back again to his former post. I told him in hurried accents what had occurred.

"Never mind," he answered coolly. "More reason for haste. Another half-hour's work will set you free. Bear a hand about it, then."

His calmness rea.s.sured us; and having carefully cleared away the pitch, we went on filing at the bar as fast as we could. My heart certainly did beat more rapidly than it had ever done before; for I expected every moment to be interrupted by the entrance of the gaolers. Fortunately the wind blew, and the tiles rattled more loudly than ever. At last, to our great satisfaction, both the bars were almost filed through. The sailor seized the one he had been working at, and with a powerful wrench, tore it from the stone window-frame.

"There," he said, giving me the piece of bar. "Put it carefully down.

We will leave it as a legacy behind us."

Pedro and I grasped the other, and with all our strength tore it away.

"Hurra! all right now, mates," said the the sailor, scarcely refraining from giving a cheer. "Bear a hand, and squeeze through. I'll help you."

"You go first," said Pedro. "I'll follow you."

I could just manage to squeeze my head and shoulders between the bars; and with the a.s.sistance of the sailor, who hauled away by my collar, I found myself standing outside them on the window-ledge.

"There won't be room for all of us outside, so do you, mate, just get hold of the rope and slide down to the ground," observed the sailor.

"Where is it?" I asked, for I could neither see nor feel it.

"Get hold of the bars with your hands, and lower yourself till you get your feet round the rope. Don't let go with one hand till you've a firm hold with the other. I'll guide you."

Following his instructions, I lowered my body over the window-sill till I could grasp the rope with my hands, when without much difficulty I slid down to the ground. For an instant my satisfaction at being once more outside the prison walls made me forget the risk we ran of being recaptured, and the difficulties we had still to undergo. I stood anxiously watching for the appearance of my companions; for it was so dark that I could not distinguish them even at the short distance between the ground and the window. In moments such as those, each one appears an age, and I trembled for our safety. At last I saw a figure gliding down the rope. It was Pedro. Scarcely had he reached the ground when the sailor was by my side.

"Now, mates," he whispered, "let's hold on to each other, and put our best legs foremost. I've a canoe ready on the banks of the river, and we may be far away before our flight is discovered."

We lost no time in words, but taking each other's hands that we might not be separated, we ran as fast as we could across the square, guided by the sailor, who had taken the bearings of some lights he told us to steer by. Owing to the stormy weather and the late hour, no one was crossing the square; indeed, even the most callous were probably inclined to avoid the spot where the Indians had been executed in the morning. We must have pa.s.sed close to it. At last we reached the side of the river, but had not hit the place where the sailor had left the canoe. Here was another difficulty. Could any one have removed it? We groped about for some time in vain.

"Can you both swim?" asked the sailor.

"Yes; but it's a long way across, and there are perhaps crocodiles in the water," I answered.

"Better be drowned or swallowed up by a crocodile, my lads, than retaken by those land-sharks," he observed. "It must come to that if we cannot find the canoe."

Pedro and I agreed to this; and, though we had not our full strength, we prepared to take the swim, trusting to the brave fellow's a.s.sistance.

"Well, I see there's some risk, so we'll have another hunt for the canoe first," he observed. "Stay, I think it's lower down the stream."

He was right. Directly afterwards, to our great satisfaction, we stumbled upon the canoe. To launch it was the work of a moment; but though we hunted in every direction, we could only find one paddle.

"One must do," said the sailor. "I can manage. No time to be lost, though."

Saying this, he stepped in first, and seated himself in the stern, with the paddle in his hand. He then turned the head of the canoe to the bank, and told Pedro and me to creep in carefully over the bow. We did so, and placed ourselves by his direction along the bottom. A stroke of his paddle then turned the canoe round, and we floated rapidly down the stream. I listened for any sound to indicate that we were followed, but nothing could be heard above the howling of the wind in the trees.

Neither of us uttered a word, not that there was much chance of being heard by any one on sh.o.r.e. The water bubbled and hissed round us, and the wind threw it in sheets of spray over our heads. At times it came rippling over the sides of the canoe, and there seemed a prospect of its being filled; but the seaman held on his course without hesitation. We had shot quickly by the few lights which here and there twinkled from the houses, and were beginning to breathe more freely, thinking that we had altogether got clear of the town, when I fancied I heard the splash of oars behind us. I could not tell if the sailor had heard the sound, but he seemed to ply his paddle with even greater vigour than before.

Once or twice he turned his head for an instant, which confirmed me in the idea that we were followed; but even his practised eye could not pierce the darkness which shrouded us. At last I saw that he had relaxed in his efforts, and that he kept his paddle moving sufficiently only to guide the canoe as it dropped down with the current. We had been a couple of hours in the canoe, or perhaps not quite so long, though the anxiety we felt made the time pa.s.s slowly.

"Well, I believe it was only a cayman or an alligator, or one of those sort of brutes, after all," he exclaimed, drawing a deep breath, like a man relieved from a heavy care.

"I have not been able yet to thank you, friend, for what you have already done for us; but I should like to know what you propose doing next," said I, as soon as I found we might venture to speak.

"Well, that's just what I was thinking of, mate, myself," he answered.

"But you needn't thank me, for to my mind, I haven't done much for you yet. All I have had time for was to get you out of limbo, and afloat on this here river. We must now hold a council of war, to know what's to be done."

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