So they passed into the gloomy dungeon, the history of which would doubtless prove interesting reading as shedding a strong light upon Spain's methods of colonizing, for in the years gone no doubt many a political prisoner had been tortured here with all the despotic barbarism that marked the infernal Inquisition of old. Looking eagerly around the cell Roderic almost immediately discovered the object of his search. Some one was standing beside a chair at the further end--some one who had evidently risen hastily at the sound of the clanking iron bar--some one who uttered a cry at their rough entrance. Roderic saw and was at once struck with the astonishing likeness to Georgia in the smooth faced young man standing there; but he had been prepared for that fact since she herself had impressed it on his mind when he demanded how he might know Leon should he meet him. Yes, brother and sister were very much alike and the sight of him just then gave Roderic something of a shock, since it seemed as though he were gazing upon Georgia. There was no longer any need of restraining Inez--at sight of the prisoner she had uttered a cry bubbling over with limitless delight and unable to longer keep back the eager desire to reach him, to convince her ravished eyes that they did not deceive her soul, she sped forward. Not straighter does the arrow fly from the warrior's bow than this devoted Spanish girl went to the object of her devotion. Surely eyes of love could easily recognize in the seeming youth the beautiful daughter of Morro's governor. Her hat had fallen off in the struggle with Roderic, and her luxuriant hair dropped almost to her waist, rendering further deception utterly out of the question. Roderic fully expected to see the amazed prisoner open his arms and eagerly take her close to his heart in a transport of joy. It was only natural that he should look for just such an ending to the devoted wife's adventurous search. To the astonishment of the American nothing of the kind occurred--indeed, a result about as contrary as one could well conceive, came to pass. As Inez was about to throw her arms about the figure of the handsome young fellow, he put out his hand and gave her a vigorous push aside, a push that caused the poor girl to stagger back against the wall. And with his great black eyes flashing with indignation the prisoner cried out: "Do not dare to touch me--go back to yonder double faced traitor, and leave me to my fate. I would sooner be left here to moulder than be rescued by you, _creature_!" Roderic was panic stricken--he could scarcely believe the evidence of his senses--the prisoner of the dungeon was to all appearances Leon, yet the voice was that of Georgia--the words evidently spoken by one racked with jealousy, who saw in Inez a hated rival! CHAPTER XXV. WHEN THE OFFICER OF THE GUARD CAME. It was a remarkable tableau. The dark dungeon with its mouldy stone walls was a fitting background.