“Exactly.”
“But Costello—does he spend most of his time here?”
“I think he is sinking a shaft at my mine. He comes here only to taunt and deride me in my helplessness.”
“The scoundrel!” exclaimed Frank; “but how are we to get you out of there?”
“Oh, Heaven help you to succeed!” exclaimed the prisoner. “These bars are too strong to break. But I think it is a simple matter to raise the barriers which are below. There is no lock, and no key is used. Simply steel bars are shot into their sockets. They should be easily opened from the outside.”
“Of course,” replied Frank, eagerly. “It is as you say. Have patience for a brief moment, and you shall come out of your cell.”
It required but a few moments’ work for Frank to lift the bars, and then the cell door swung back.
Montaine came staggering out.
He was a tall, finely formed man with an intelligent cast of features.
He was but a trifle older than Frank, and much after his type. The two friends embraced warmly.