Hitt smiled. “And now,” he went on eagerly, “how are we to get him?”
“But, amigo! San Fernando is closely guarded! And he––por supuesto, he will be in the dungeons!”
“No doubt,” returned Hitt dryly, “if your excellent friend Wenceslas has had anything to do with it. But dungeons have windows, eh?”
“Caramba, yes; and San Fernando’s are just above the water’s edge. And when the waves are high the sea pours into them!”
“And––could we learn which window is his, do you think?”
“Señor, I know,” replied the man.
“Ha! And––”
“I learned from one of the soldiers, Fernando, who once lived in Simití. I had thought, señor, that––that perhaps I––”
“That perhaps you might make the attempt yourself, eh?” put in Hitt eagerly.