"Where--when--where?" said Harry, excitedly. "I've been looking for her everywhere. I've gone over the whole castle. I hope she isn't hurt! Is she safe? Did she fall into the hands of the soldiers?" "She fell into my hands," said Lopez, bluntly. Harry fastened on him a look of devouring anxiety. "Did you--Is she--What did--When--that is--is she safe?" "She is safe," said Lopez. Harry drew a long breath. "You see," said he, with a little more composure, "I have felt anxious about her. I have been worried, you know, and I have felt anxious about her--in fact, you know, I have felt anxious about her." "She is kept out of the way just now," said Lopez, "on account of the riot in the castle and the dread we have of an attack. I don't care about letting the men know she is here." Harry drew a breath of relief. "I'm glad," he said. Another sigh followed. Then he looked wistfully at Lopez. "Would it be too much to ask--if I were to ask--if you would present me--to--to pay my respects to her, as an old friend?" "Impossible, senor," said Lopez. "She is with the women; you couldn't visit her. You will be able to pay your respects to her after she reaches Vittoria, or some other place of safety. Until then it is impossible. As for yourself, I hope you are comfortable; and whenever you wish to go you may go." Harry sighed, and stood as one in a dream. "I think," said he, "I shall not go--just yet. Perhaps I may wait till the rest are going." "Good-morning, senor," said Lopez, walking away. Harry stood rooted to the spot. As Lopez walked off, he felt that he had got hold of something which might be used against Katie. "Another"--he said to himself--"another poor fool who has become infatuated, like myself, but now the power is mine, and I will use it. Yes; perhaps she herself may feel toward this man something of what I feel toward her. If so--if so--I'll drag the secret out of her. But, by heaven! that poor fool is standing there yet. There's a mad lover for you! Ha, ha! Is he any worse than I have been? Let me see. Suppose I had been taken prisoner as he has been, shut up with her in a castle, then freed; would I not long to see her? Would not liberty be useless without her? That man can't leave his prison-house. She is here--she is here; that's enough. Yet what is she to him? Is not this man Ashby's friend? I saw them meet at the hotel in Burgos as I watched Ashby. They greeted like brothers, and went off together for the night. And _he_--why, he has fallen in love with his friend's betrothed! his friend's--ha, ha!--betrothed--ha, ha!--and, by Jove! why not? That girl could make a saint fall in love with her. That girl--why she oughtn't to be allowed to go at large, and therefore I've shut her up; and shut up she shall be for the remainder of her days, like a good Spanish wife. But I must have a few more words with my moon-struck lover."