CHAPTER LX. — IN WHICH THE KING COMES TO CLAIM HIS OWN.
The party of prisoners was conducted by "His Majesty" to that upper room which had formerly been occupied by the ladies. Mrs. Russell clung to the royal person as fondly as ever. It was a critical hour in the destinies of Spain.
"Where's Rita," cried "His Majesty," "that cook of cooks? It's starvin' we are. I haven't seen her anywheres. I'll go an' hunt her up."
With these words he hurried out, followed by Mrs. Russell. They descended the stairs, and their footsteps died away in the distance. No one was now with the prisoners except the wounded Republicans.
"Let us fly!" said Harry, in a quick, sharp whisper.
He hurried Katie to the chimney, and, clambering up, drew her after him. The others followed at once. Dolores came next to Harry.
"I know a secret way out," said she. "I will show the way. Let me go ahead. I know it in the dark."
"Do you?" said Harry. "Oh, then go ahead."
Upon this Dolores took the lead along with Ashby; Harry and Katie came next, while Brooke and Talbot brought up the rear, these last being full of wonder at this unexpected revelation of the passage-way.