As Harry saw O'Connor's big form in the doorway he rushed forward with a glad cry:
"I knew it, Bert, it's Captain Dynamite. I told you he would come."
"Hush," said O'Connor, as he took the youngsters in his arms, much as one would two children and gave them a bear-like hug, "not so loud. We can take no chances, for we are not out of the woods yet."
"It's the terrible Captain Dynamite," cried the officer in dismay. Then he turned and fled down the stairs. Villamonte, relieved from the pressure on his ribs, slunk towards the door. O'Connor saw him and laughed.
"Run along, Monte, if you wish. I don't need you any more."
"But he will give the alarm," said Harry, in a frightened tone.
"No, I think not; but gather up your things, if you have any, for we must lose no time in getting out of here."
"We've got nothing but what we stand in, Cap," said Harry, laughing, "and this old Spanish uniform does not fit me very well, at that. Maybe Miss Juanita is through with my clothes by this time."
"God bless you, youngster, they served her well."
"She is all right?"