For him it was quite sufficient that the two sentries had in different ways been rendered hors de combat, and would so far as he could see, give him no further trouble.
So he left them there, the second chap with his head resting lovingly upon the body of the toper, two of a kind and well matched, he considered.
Perhaps there would be a reckoning when the officer of the guard came around later, though if the flask still contained a portion of its original contents he might forgive the erring one.
Roderic sincerely hoped he had seen the last of the two guards—he expressed a low but earnest desire that their slumbers might be sweet, and indefinitely prolonged—at least until his desperate work had been accomplished.
He uttered a low signal, the same bird call that, trilling forth at the tower corner of the fortress had brought Inez to his side.
She heard and gladly tripped forward.
It was a supreme moment for her—the girl was tremendously excited, and cast several quick glances toward the spot where the demoralized section of the invincible Spanish army lay.
Roderic noticed how her eager hand crept toward her bosom as she looked toward the dimly seen figures, and he quickly said:
"Come, we must find the door of his cell."