Señor Zorro and his four companions rushed inside, and slammed and fastened the door again. The guard found the muzzle of a pistol pressed against the side of his head, and would have knelt before these five masked and terrible men, only one of them caught him by the hair and held him up.
"Where sleeps the keeper of this infernal hole!" Señor Zorro demanded.
"In yonder room, señor!"
"And where have you put Don Carlos Pulido and his ladies?"
"In the common prison-room, señor!"
Señor Zorro motioned to the others, strode across the room, and threw open the door to the jailer's chamber. The man already was sitting up in bed, having heard the sounds in the other room, and he blinked in fright when he beheld the highwayman by the light of the candle.
"Do not make a move, señor!" Zorro warned. "One screech, and you are a dead man! Señor Zorro confronts you!"
"May the saints preserve me—"
"Where are the keys to the prison rooms?"
"On—on that table, señor."