“Yes, if they see you.”
“How shall they not see me?”
“Hide yourself.”
“Where?”
“In the secret dungeon.”
“But you, my child?”
“I shall get into it with you. We shall lock the door and when they have left the prison, we shall again come forth from our hiding place.”
“Zounds, you are right, there!” cried Gryphus; “it’s surprising how much sense there is in such a little head!”
Then, as the gate began to give way amidst the triumphant shouts of the mob, she opened a little trap-door, and said,—
“Come along, come along, father.”