"No; we simply can't and won't remain here unless—well, unless—"
"What are you trying to say, senor?"
"Then possibly you have overlooked building any dungeons under the house? Dungeons, I understand, were a part of the housekeeping scheme in old Mexico."
"There are no dungeons here," said Don Luis icily.
"You relieve me, sir. Then the last obstacle is removed to our departure. We shall go at once. Come on, Harry."
Tom turned to leave the room, Hazelton at his heels. But Montez, with an angry exclamation, leaped to the doorway, barring their exit.
"Caballeros, you shall not leave like this!"
"No?" Tom inquired. "Harry, our late host wishes us to leave by the windows."
"All right," nodded Hazelton, smiling. "I used to be something of an athlete."
"You shall not leave me in any such childish spirit," Don Luis insisted, stubbornly.