Phil explained that Stackanoff was dead. "We must get away to-night, Tony," he said, with decision, "and first of all we must capture the jailer. He is to open the door at Stackanoffs knock, and I propose that we throw ourselves upon him. Now, listen. After knocking, I will stand behind the door so that he cannot see me, and will call to him to come in. You will crouch behind me, and bang the door to. Then we will pull him down and gag him. Bring your blanket with you." Meanwhile Pierre had listened anxiously, his ferrety little eyes shifting from face to face. "What is this that happens?" he asked eagerly. "Monsieur makes ze disappearance up ze chimney, then he come back again." "We must get away to-night, do you understand?" Phil replied, looking searchingly at him. "Are you willing to come?" "Vraiment, I will accompany you, monsieur," answered Pierre hesitatingly. "Mais--ah, what will ze Russian with ze face severe do to us? Surely he will make ze bang." "Oh, you little coward!" murmured Phil bitterly, "you will spoil everything yet. I tell you, Pierre," he added, clutching him by both shoulders, "if you wish to stay, do so; but you will probably be shot as a spy. That will be your bad luck in having been washed ashore with us. If you attempt the escape with us, beware how you behave, for should you make a sound to betray us, I will kill you. Now, stay here, and prepare to accompany us. We shall be back in half an hour. Come, Tony, it is already dark, and we must capture that fellow." "Then in a half of the hour you make ze return," said the little Frenchman, looking as though he had smothered his fears. "Bien, I shall be prepared. "Aha, my good fellows!" he muttered in his own language a few moments later, with quivering lips. "You have gone up the chimney, and will be back in half an hour. Why should I die for your foolishness? It would be suicide." Creeping to the chimney, the crafty little coward listened while Phil and Tony slid into the other cell. Then he stepped to the door, and prepared to give the alarm, hoping thereby to escape the fate which would certainly befall the others if discovered. But, overcome by terror of the consequences, he remained irresolute for more than ten minutes ere he dared to shout, for he had a wholesome terror of the fair-haired young Englishman who had brought him back to consciousness when lashed to the wreckage, and moreover there was an ominous look in Tony's eyes as that burly young giant looked at him for the last time before entering the chimney. Meanwhile Phil and Tony had entered the other cell. "Now for it," said Phil. "McNeil, you are too lame to help us, so had better lie down on your blankets. Tony, tear up the blanket and get the gag ready. You quite understand?" he went on, when all was finished. "You crouch behind me, and slam the door as soon as the fellow comes in. Then we jump on him. It is dark enough now, so we'll knock."