In answer to a further question, he told us that the doctor would not cross the narrow track, and that they had, in consequence, been compelled to travel many miles out of their way. "I think he was right," exclaimed Santiago, when we reached the spot. "This is a far worse venture than climbing to the cavern by the rope." And indeed, seen in broad daylight, with every rock standing out pitilessly clear, and every chasm yawning wide, the place was enough to daunt the spirit of the bravest. Familiarity had rendered the guide indifferent to the danger, but I felt as nervous as when crossing the previous evening. However, I could not make a parade of my anxiety, so I set foot on the narrow path with a jaunty air but quaking heart. Santiago smiled too, but I fancy he was by no means sorry when we gained the farther side without accident. Then we jested about the past danger, talking lightly and as if it were an affair of no moment. Nevertheless, I was thankful the heat of the sun provided an excuse for the perspiration that streamed down my face. CHAPTER X. A STORMY INTERVIEW. On our march to the town, Santiago assumed a light-hearted carelessness that was far from his real feelings. He laughed merrily, made joking remarks, and behaved generally as if the prospect of a spell of prison life was most agreeable. This was, of course, mere outside show. He was too proud to let his captors see his real distress; but his acting did not deceive me. We had reached the market-place, and I was wondering at the absence of the soldiers, when Jose suddenly appeared, coming from the governor's house. On seeing us, he approached, saying, "You have been a long time. I began to think you had missed your way." "The guide was late in the first place, as the doctor would not take the nearest way, and we did not hurry. But where are the troops?" "Off again!" said he, his eyes twinkling: "the colonel has gone for a little jaunt of ninety miles or so to intercept a Spanish column. Thank goodness, we have missed that!--How did you leave your men, major?" "One is dying, I fear," replied Santiago; "but the others will soon be all right, unless your doctor kills them!" "I was sorry to send him," said Jose, "but I had no choice. He was the only one in the place available. He didn't offer his services, I can assure you." "I can well believe it," laughed the major. "The poor fellow was half dead with fright when he reached us, and vows he will never risk the danger of getting down again." "We must have him tied to the rope, and lowered like a sack of potatoes. Meanwhile, what is to be done with you?" "The only suggestion I can make is that you set me free!" "Perhaps I had better report to the governor," observed Jose thoughtfully. "He is Colonel Miller's representative. I daresay he will parole you till the chief comes." "No, no!" cried the major hastily; "I've done with paroles! From this moment I consider myself free to escape."