"It is hardly likely that I would leave you here," was the other's quiet answer. "Come."
He led them away from the prison. A short distance off there was standing a small closed carriage.
"Here it is," said the Spaniard. "Step in."
Clif helped the girl inside; and then entered himself. He expected the officer to follow, but he did not; he clambered up with the driver.
And the carriage rattled off down the road.
Clif saw his chance then. He turned eagerly toward the girl.
"Bessie!" he cried, "for Heaven's sake, tell me what this all means. Who is this man? And why is he setting us at liberty?"
The girl sank back weakly in the seat.
"I will tell you the story, Clif," she said. "There is plenty of time, for we have a long ways to go."
"He is ruining himself for us!" Clif exclaimed. "For you! Why he will be court-martialed and shot if he lets us get away."