"Oh, my dear, dear little girl!" exclaimed Mrs. Mordaunt, joyfully. "I thought I should never, never see you again. How did you find her, Dan?"
But we will not wait to hear a twice-told tale. Rather let us return to Donovan, where the unhappy proprietor is still a captive in his own cellar. Here he remained till his cries attracted the attention of a wondering customer, who finally lifted the trap-door.
"What are you doin' down there?" he asked, amazed.
"Put down the ladder and let me up first of all."
"I don't see any ladder."
"Look round, then. I suppose the cursed boy has hidden it."
It was a considerable time before the ladder was found. Then the saloon-keeper emerged from his prison in a very bad humor.
"How did you get shut up there?" asked his liberator.
"What business is it of yours?" demanded Donovan, irritably.
"I wish I had left you there," said the customer, with justifiable indignation. "This is your gratitude for my trouble, is it?"