Miss Tabby recoiled and squeezed herself against the wall in the corner. She thought the window had been beaten in by the water, and she expected the flood to follow.
But a tall man in dark clothing leaped through the opening, striking the floor with a rebound, and then stood up and gazed around the dimly lighted cell.
His eyes fell upon Sybil, as she lay in coma on the bed.
"All right, Raphael! You were correct. This is the cell, and here she is. Come!" and he called to some one without.
A second figure, younger and slighter, jumped through the open window into the cell, and stood, like the first had done, peering around through the semi-darkness.
"Haste, Raphael! You were swift-footed enough to bring her here! Try to be almost as swift-footed to bear her hence!" cried the first man, seizing the form of Sybil and wrapping it hastily in the upper quilt.
As he was doing this, something rolled over and cried.
"Hallo! Here's a baby! I never bargained for that!" exclaimed the man in astonishment.
"It is her baby, father—the baby for whose sake the governor prolonged her life. Let me take it," pleaded the youth.
"Why the demon didn't you tell me about this before?" angrily demanded the elder, while carefully wrapping up the patient.