"Between the house and the cellar there is an underground communication, which uncle Hans made last summer. Why he did it I can not tell, but I have been through it several times."
Sebastian sprung to his feet in delight.
"Is it possible? Why didn't you tell me of it before? We will try it at once; we will make it a success."
"Suppose the Comanches come before we get away, will they not be likely to find out where we have gone?"
"Possibly they might. Suppose you go first, and I will keep watch until you are ready for me."
Another difficulty presented itself at this point, although it did not amount to a great deal. The door which opened above-ground into the cellar, was on the side toward the house, and opening outward, would be pretty certain to attract the notice of the vigilant Indians.
"How thick are the walls?" asked Sebastian.
"They are lined with boards."
"They can be easily displaced, I have no doubt, and, as we shall have to make a new opening, I will go into the cellar with you."
"Let us do so then without any delay."