"Of course."
"And if the gate is left open but one instant—a single inch, no more—why, worlds might be done."
"A horse ready saddled near at hand might be worth thinking of."
"True."
"And a small keg of gunpowder blown up under the archway by the waterside entrance would divert attention."
"Tomaso," ejaculated the blind man, "you're born to be a captain of brigands some day!"
CHAPTER VII.
HOW TOMASO HELPED HIS FRIENDS IN TROUBLE—THE SKIRMISH IN THE
PRISON—MATHIAS THE BRIGAND.
Tomaso, before the day was over, changed his garments and abandoned crutch and stick, and when he turned out with flaxen-dyed hair and spectacles, and presented himself at the other great entrance of the prison, as a German traveller who desired to go over the place, no one could possibly have imagined it to be the old cripple whose paternal lamentation had so touched the doorkeeper's heart.