"Right as a trivet and safe aboard the old Mariella by this time, thanks to you."
As they reached the lower corridor one of the men saluted and said:
"We put them in there, sir," pointing to a room opening off the corridor, which was used by the officer in command of the watch. O'Connor looked in and burst into one of his hearty laughs.
"Come here, youngsters, and take a last look at the valiant jailers," he said. The boys stepped forward and looked into the room. The four soldiers, gagged and bound hand and foot, were sitting with their backs against the wall, and facing them, and also bound in the same ignominious manner, were the commander and Villamonte.
Harry could not refrain from gloating a little over his fallen enemy.
"How about the glory of Spain, Mr. Interpreter?" he enquired. Villamonte scowled but did not reply.
"Come now, boys, we must be moving. This place is pretty hot for me," said O'Connor.
At this moment some one knocked loudly on the door of the prison and a deep voice called in Spanish:
"Open, captain of the guard; it is I."
"Who is I?" asked O'Connor.