Roderic's little lantern did not cast a superabundance of light, but there was enough to show the three figures in the scene. Inez, poor girl, had staggered back and seemed almost paralyzed--half crouching she leaned one hand against the wall for support, and with eyes distended by amazement and horror, stared at the prisoner as though appalled by the thought that her Leon had gone mad--that the cruel Spaniards had driven him out of his mind, else why should he treat her so roughly, she who would give her life for him if need be? Roderic grasped the truth, and yet it was so astounding that he could not believe the positive evidence of his senses. It seemed as though the hand of a magician had been extended to bring about such an amazing transformation. He came to rescue Leon, and found in the young man's dungeon--Georgia! Was ever surprise more complete? Who could the wizard be--had brother and sister the power of changing their personality at will? Strange fancies rioted through his excited mind as he stood there and stared--the situation was remarkable enough to arouse the most extravagant and marvelous thoughts. At the same time Roderic was conscious of a powerful desire to take this bold maid of San Juan to his heart, for his love was still strong within him. And as he thus stood and looked at her, perhaps with reproach upon his face, the anger seemed to gradually die away from her eyes, the color returned to her cheeks, her upraised hand that had flung Inez so violently back fell to her side and she trembled with a mixture of emotions. Strange place indeed for an explanation and yet Roderic knew it was bound to come. He wished to know many things, and on her part a revolution of feeling must take part in her heart toward the devoted being whom she had so scornfully thrust aside. Of the three then, Inez was the first to find her tongue, to give utterance to the anguish that racked her soul. "Holy Mother," she wailed, "he knows me not--they have robbed him of reason--they have broken my heart. Oh! Leon, unsay those cruel words--tell me that you still love me, or I too must go mad!" The prisoner of the fortress doubtless heard, but never once were those luminous midnight orbs removed from Roderic's face. His disguise might have baffled some but it was of no avail where those eyes were concerned. One look and the mask had been torn away--she had known him from the instant he rushed through the arched doorway. By this time Roderic had succeeded in mastering his emotions--at least he was in a fair way to gradually assume control. The situation, too, was becoming unbearable, for Georgia, if the prisoner could be the girl he loved, seemed gradually being overwhelmed by confusion, perhaps because thus seen in male attire by the man whose respect she desired above all others, or it might be from some other equally potent reason. "Georgia!"