It was grand to be alive! I managed to get on my boots, though they wouldn’t go on over my socks, then I took my coat off and shook some of the water out of it, for I was still as wet as a rat. Any number of weird noises were coming up from the city. ’They’ll come and attack us, I suppose; won’t they?’ I asked Gerald, but he only smiled and said something to General Zorilla, who smiled too, rather sadly, and shook his head. Then I thought of that room place with the barred iron door where I’d been shut up, and took Gerald over to have a good look at it, but he’d had it opened already, and quite a number of ’plain clothes’ people were standing about, not quite knowing what to do, but highly delighted with themselves. They had just been released. I showed him those three graves, although they were not very distinct now as grass had already grown over them. It was a happy time if you like, and I was getting more hungry every second. Half an hour later a carriage came driving furiously up the road towards San Sebastian, and two civilians and an officer jumped down. They came up very humbly to Gerald and spoke to him. I knew their news was good, because Gerald’s face twitched so much, and directly he called out something in Spanish, every one inside and outside the fort began shouting and yelling with delight. ’Canilla has vanished,’ he told me; ’the place is empty, and they’re going to hoist the black and green flag over the cathedral tower as soon as they’ve sewn one together.’ ’Then it’s all over,’ I said, just a little disappointed that there was to be no more excitement. ’Yes! we can march in now, but——’ ’But what?’ I asked, seeing Gerald look a little anxious, and he swept his hand round to where the little half-savage men were cheering and shouting, dancing about like children. ’——but if I took them in now, Santa Cruz would be in flames in an hour.’ I rather guessed that that was the trouble. The carriage drove back again, and General Zorilla went in it, little José went as well, sitting up with the driver and looking very important. Gerald told me that he’d appointed old Zorilla Commandant of the city, and that he’d sent him in to get together as many regular troops as he could find to guard the streets and keep order. Funnily enough, it never even occurred to me that old Zorilla could not be trusted; nobody who’d seen the old man could possibly doubt his honour. ’D’you know what the troops will be doing for the next half-hour?’ Gerald smiled. ’No! what?’ ’Twisting round the yellow and green badges in their hats till the stripes are _horizontal_, and blacking out the "yellow" part.’ ’What’s José gone for?’ I asked him. ’He says that I left a clean pair of riding breeches and a new helmet at the Club, and he’s going to see if they are still there.’