Of course it was fast.
Those vindictive Spaniards had meant what they said, and really hoped he might be kept down below until so weakened by hunger that he could put up but a feeble defense against the great gaunt Dublin sewer rats.
Which shows how little they knew a progressive Yankee, and his inventive abilities that stop at nothing when the occasion makes demands.
Roderic knew how to assail such a door.
He smiled disdainfully when he found they had actually left the key in the lock.
What a snap it was.
Why these fellows were hardly out of their swaddling clothes when it came to outwitting a twentieth century Yankee.
He thought he would start operations upon that door immediately.
Then his mind changed for a sound reached his ears—some one was approaching—he could even see a gleam of light from under the door.
Now they stood without with only the door between.