When the last impediment had been hurled aside the doors were quickly raised.
I would have led the van, but Robbins pushed me back.
“That’s my duty,” he declared, as he dropped out of sight into the breach.
I half expected to hear the bark of his gun, but instead came his cheering roar:
“All clear below. Avast there, Morgan, down with you!”
So I drew Hildegarde with me, and we left the roof that had been the scene of this last escapade in our adventures.
There was just room for us to descend side by side, and below we found Robbins eagerly waiting to lead the way out.
Where was the doughty alcalde, where his merry men at this time?
A few minutes before they had been storming our fortress with a pertinacity that deserved commendation, and now the place where they had once been, knew them no longer; the rooms and corridors of the great casa appeared deserted, and not a hand was raised in protest as our little party made for the main exit.
There was no legerdemain about it.