"Oh, that will be all right then," said the young man.
"You have not a moment to lose."
"Can I resume my nap?" asked the Spaniard.
"Certainly, nothing will prevent you; especially as I shall return in time to introduce your companions into the cave."
"Very well. Good fortune then."
And he stretched himself comfortably in the hammock, while Tyro aided his master to complete his metamorphosis, which did not take long.
The two men then left the cavern by the gallery through which Tyro had entered, leaving the Spaniard already in a sound sleep.
The gallery by which the master and the servant departed led out to the very bank of the river, and was so completely concealed, that unless anyone had known of its existence, it would never have been suspected.
A boat, run aground on the land, at a few paces off, awaited them.
Tyro immediately went towards it; he set it partly afloat, made his master enter it, stepped into it himself, and then, taking the paddles, launched it into the current.