He pressed a note into her hand, whispering:
"The jailer held me up at first—but I found him!"
Barbara glanced down the corridor with a quick look threw her arms around the boy's neck and kissed him tenderly.
He smiled, drew a deep breath, and said:
"Now, I'm ready to die!"
"No. To live and fight," she cried. "Fight our way back to freedom. You must help me!"
She turned and flew to her room. The note in her hand was burning the soft flesh.
She locked her door and read:
"Heart of My Heart:
"Iron bars have held my body but my soul has been with you! I've seen you walking among the flowers a hundred times and tried to force my message through the walls. I enclose a telegram to my father and one to the Governor of California. Send Saka to Santa Barbara with them. The troops should arrive in forty-eight hours. All I ask of God now is the chance to fight. I love you!