The girl, who had followed them eagerly from place to place as they examined the walls, held out her hands in protest at Harry's words.
"Oh, let me thank you for the ray of happiness you have brought me," she said, quickly.
"I can't think that we have in any way lightened your burden, except that you may count on us to do anything in our power to help you, but I fear that is very little."
"Ah, but you brought me news of him and—and the knowledge of the near presence of friends is cheering."
"Yes, Miss Juanita, and I think you can bank on hearing more news from him in the very near future."
"I hope so for—for all our sakes."
"Now that we are literally up against a stone wall, I think we better climb back into our own cell before the guard takes it into his head to look around. Cheer up, Miss Juanita, Captain Dynamite will be on the march before long, I'll warrant you. Good night."
"Good-night, my friends."
"Now I wonder how the old stone works backwards?" said Harry, when they had returned to their own room.
"Press the button and the stone will do the rest," said Bert, with a grim attempt at humor. He pressed the diamond-shaped stone as he spoke, but there was no answering creak, nor did the slab move.