In the meanwhile Carlo, struggling bravely to the last against his fate, and angry and indignant at his treatment, was carried down to the dungeon below, old Pedro being forced to show the way. Presently, after passing through dark passages, the porter opened the door of a cell-like chamber where no light was visible, and which looked most unfit for a living being, much less for the delicately nurtured Carlo. ’This is the only dungeon I know of,’ grumbled Pedro; ’and many a pirate has made acquaintance with it,’ he added in a low voice. ’Would that I could lock up many more!’ ’I fancy this will be good enough,’ said Simon in a French accent. ’Here, fellow, give me the key and let me lock it myself; there’s no treachery these Spaniards are not equal to. Bum! that will do; the silly boy is safe enough.’ ’Take it, then,’ growled Pedro, ’it locks well enough;’ but as he delivered up the key he thought with a smile on his face, ’but there’s sometimes more doors than one even in a dungeon.’ CHAPTER X. A FELLOW-COUNTRYMAN. The Indian slaves, who had been scattered like thistle-down in a wind during this memorable night, now began to creep back to their various stations and occupations at Santa Teresa; and from them poor Catalina learnt, with more or less exaggeration, all that had taken place during the memorable night, and that it was the Marquis himself who had really betrayed them into the enemy’s hands. The faithful servant would not abuse her master; but, taking Felipa’s head in her arms, she sobbed over her as if this shower of tears would make matters better; at the same time pouring out all her information, which was no comfort to the poor girl. Etta meanwhile stood by, pale and calm, quickly trying to form some plan which would comfort gentle Felipa. But when all at once the bad news reached them that Carlo had been thrown into a dungeon, and that the pirates had the keys, and, further, that Captain Morgan was on his way to pay the young ladies a visit, Etta could not help feeling afraid, though she made up her mind that she would not show it. She felt very proud of Carlo, and was somewhat comforted by the idea that kind Harry Fenn would help him if he possibly could. Etta possessed one of those natures which troubles only strengthen. Her captivity, kind though it had proved for her, had not made her forget her religion and her country; yet now she was anxious to do her utmost to return gentle, timid Felipa’s love; so she did her best to cheer her with hopeful words, and not to give way herself to fear.