Every now and then the young woman cast an impatient glance at the dial-a glance which seemed to say:
“I wish he'd be quick!”
But soon there was a sound of voices beneath her feet. Low, confused words reached her through the masonry which roofed the cellar. The Prussians were beginning to suspect the trick she had played them, and presently the officer came up the narrow staircase, and knocked at the trap-door.
“Open the door!” he cried.
“What do you want?” she said, rising from her seat and approaching the cellarway.
“Open the door!”
“I won't do any such thing!”
“Open it or I'll break it down!” shouted the man angrily.
She laughed.
“Hammer away, my good man! Hammer away!”