“Oh, God, you cannot know what a joy it is to be relieved from that cursed cell,” said Montaine, fervidly. “It is like entering upon an entirely new life.”
“I can imagine it well,” replied Frank, “but the danger is not over. We are still in the lion’s den.”
“Right, my friend,” said Montaine. “But we must find a way out.”
He went to the railing of the gallery and looked over.
There was a light of despair in his fine eyes as he turned back.
“Ah, I fear that we will never see daylight again,” he whispered, hopelessly. “There is but one entrance to this place that I know of and that is securely guarded as you see.”
“But we must find a way to escape,” said Frank.
The words, however, had barely left his lips when a thrilling thing occurred.
Up the stone steps came the sound of feet.
Three of the greasers suddenly appeared not ten feet below. They saw the escaped prisoners and a cry of alarm escaped their lips.