"This tower, is it?" said "His Majesty." "Begorra, I hope not. There's another tower a dale betther nor this. It's mesilf that 'ud be the proud man til let yez all go, an' yez 'ud all be prouder, I'll go bail; but in that case, shure to glory, I'd be a loser; but I hope to find yez comfortable quarthers in a foine stone house not a thousand moiles from this. Ye'll all be as comfortable as ould Dinny M'Divitt in the song: "'In a beautiful palace av stone Resoided ould Diuny M'Divitt; He wore a most beautiful ring That were filed round his wrist wid a rivet. 'Twas the judge, shure, that sintinced him there, An' there all the boys wint til view him, For the jury considhered him dull At discernin' twixt "mayum" and "chuum." So fill up for the toast an' I'll give it: Here's a health to bowld Dinny M'Divitt!'" At this the monarch raised the bottle to his mouth and took another long, long pull. From this Brooke gathered that they were to be taken to the castle. He asked "His Majesty" if this were so. "Begorra, ye've hit it," said "His Majesty. "Is there anything to prevent our being taken there at once?" asked Brooke. "Bedad, there's iverything in loife. Shure, I've come on a surprise-party til capture the castle." It occurred to Brooke that this was a curious way to surprise a castle--by kindling torches, dancing, and singing songs; but he made no remark upon that. He saw that the chief supposed the castle to be defended, and so he hastened to undeceive him. "His Majesty" listened in amazement to Brooke's story. "Begorra," said he, "here's another surprise! Didn't I say we were a surprised party? Shure, an' ye've all showed pluck, ivery man jack av yez, includin' the ladies. An' that same 'll have to be considhered in our thraitmint wid yez about the ransom. Shure, I'll deduct five per cint., so I will. Nobody shall say we're not magnanimous. But bein' as there's nobody there, shure, the best thing for us to do is to go over at onct and raysume possission." With these words the monarch retired to give orders to his men, and in a short time the whole band, together with their prisoners, had passed over and had taken possession. CHAPTER LX. IN WHICH THE KING COMES TO CLAIM HIS OWN. The party of prisoners was conducted by "His Majesty" to that upper room which had formerly been occupied by the ladies. Mrs. Russell clung to the royal person as fondly as ever. It was a critical hour in the destinies of Spain. "Where's Rita," cried "His Majesty," "that cook of cooks? It's starvin' we are. I haven't seen her anywheres. I'll go an' hunt her up." With these words he hurried out, followed by Mrs. Russell. They descended the stairs, and their footsteps died away in the distance. No one was now with the prisoners except the wounded Republicans. "Let us fly!" said Harry, in a quick, sharp whisper.