“In this corridor!” demanded Roddy.
Vicenti feebly reached out his hand and seized Roddy’s arm.
“It is impossible!” he pleaded. “You can’t get out of this cell.”
“I will get out of it the same way I got in,” answered Roddy. “Can you walk?”
With his eyes, Vicenti measured the distance to the breach in the wall.
“Help me!” he begged.
Roddy lifted him to his feet and, with his arm around him, supported him into the tunnel. From his flask he gave him brandy, and Vicenti nodded gratefully.
“Further on,” directed Roddy, “you will find Señorita Rojas. Tell her she must go at once. Don’t let her know that I am going after her father.”
“It is madness!” cried Vicenti. “The turnkey is in the corridor, and at any moment they may come to assassinate Rojas.”
“Then I’ve no time to waste,” exclaimed Roddy. “Get the Señorita and yourself out of the tunnel, and get out quick!”