"The cellar!" gasped the girl.
"With other wounded. Quite safe, I assure the señorita," added the aide-de-camp hastily.
"Oh! let us hurry!" cried the eager girl.
Her hasty feet took her in advance of the others. She reached the group of shacks where the window-lights were blown out and much wreckage strewed the ground. Before an open cellarway stood a ragged and barefooted soldier. He presented arms most grotesquely as the party came near.
"My father—Señor B-Day?" Janice asked.
At the sound of her voice a cry answered from within and a gaunt figure staggered up the stone steps into the sunlight.
"Janice! My Janice! Can it be possible?" cried the man, gazing in wonder at the girl. "Janice!"
"Daddy! Oh, Daddy!" she screamed, and ran toward him, her arms outstretched, her face all aglow.
"Hey, Janice!" called Marty right behind her. "Don't forget his arm's in a sling."