"I confess that I feel as if I were in purgatory already, and I shall be uncommonly glad if you can get me out of it." "Well, purgatory is not the pleasantest of places by all accounts, and I am quite willing to do whatever I can for you. By way of beginning, take this ointment and smear your face and hands therewith." "Why?" "To make you look swart and ugly, like the zambo." "And then?" "And then? When the turnkey comes back we shall overpower, bind, and gag him--if he resists, strangle him. Then you will put on his clothes and don his sombrero, and as the moon rises late, and the prison is badly lighted, I have no doubt we shall run the gauntlet of the guard without difficulty.... That is a splendid ointment. You are almost as dark as a negro. Now for your feet." "My feet! I see! I must go out barefoot." "Of course. Who ever heard of a zambo turnkey wearing shoes? I will hide yours under my habit, and you can put them on afterward." "You are a friend of Carera's, of course?" "Yes; I am Salvador Carmen, the _teniente_ of Colonel Mejia, at your service." "Salvador Carmen! A name of good omen. You are saving me." "I will either save you or perish with you. Take this dagger. Better to die fighting than be strangled on the plaza." "Is this your plan or Carera's?" I asked, as I put the dagger in my belt. "Partly his and partly mine, I think. When he heard of your arrest, he said that it concerned our honor to effect your rescue. The idea of throwing a stone through the window was Carera's; that of personating a priest was mine." "But how did Carera find out where I was? and what assurance had you that when I asked for a priest they would bring you?" "That was easy enough. This is a small military post as well as an occasional prison, some of the soldiers are always drinking at the _pulperia_ round the corner, and they talk in their cups. I even know the countersign for to-night. It is 'Baylen.' I saw them take you to the tribunal, and as I knew that when you asked for a priest they would call in the first whom they saw, just to save themselves the trouble of going farther, I took care to be hereabout in this guise as you returned. I was fortunate enough to meet you face to face, and you were sharp enough to detect my true character at a glance." "I am greatly indebted to you and Señor Carera--more than I can say. You are risking your lives to save mine." "That is nothing, my dear sir. I often risk my life twenty times in a day. And what matters it? We are all under sentence of death. A few years and there will be an end of us."