“We haven’t anything to beat them in with,” replied Adrian. “Who is it talking—Billie?”
“I don’t know who it is,” replied Donald. “Sounds like a woman’s voice. Can’t somebody find a big stone?”
“Plenty,” said Don Antonio. “Here, hombres,”
to the peons, “bring one of those big stones yonder.”
The men hastened to obey, and, with the stone for a sledge hammer, Donald quickly knocked out the iron bars, which fell noisily to the floor below.
The opening thus made enabled him to get his head in sufficiently to have seen the interior of the room, had it not been that he shut off his own light; but it was not necessary for him to see what was going on, for this time Billie was out of bed and talking to him.
“Is that you, Ad?” he asked.
“No, it’s Don. How are you, Billie? All right?”
“All except a little weakness in my legs and a bit of dizziness in my head.”
“Who is with you?”