"I came to save you; and my coming will have been in vain if you do not instantly leave the house with me. Every word I said of these doings is true, and it is true also that Quesada has denounced me as Ferdinand Carbonnell, the Carlist leader, and ordered my arrest in that character. I think I can save you yet, if you will fly at once." "I will not go with you. I am not a coward." "Then we will stay together and wait for the police to come to us." "You must not stay. You shall not," she cried, quickly. "I shall not leave you again." "But you have no right here. You are not of us, and have no right to share our dangers. You shall not stay. I will tell them here that you are not one of us." "They are too intent on saving themselves to bother about the nice little chain of circumstances which has linked my name to the cause. But as you will. I came to save you, and if I can’t do that I don’t care what happens. I left Madame Chansette overwhelmed with distress, and I only escaped from the house as the police agents entered it in search of you. I heard Quesada himself give the order for your immediate arrest. You must come. Quesada has only duped you as he has duped hundreds before you. And, mark you, when he gave that order, and when he was busy packing the gaols with Carlists, he believed that the King had actually been abducted. I know that; for I had it from his own lips. Surely you see his double cunning now." "How do you know all you have told us?" "I cannot tell you now; but I know it, and more. I believe, too, that I can bring this home to him. Many strange things have happened since I saw you yesterday, and with your help I can drag him down and can expose his treachery to the King as well as to you all. If you will not save yourself because I ask you, will you do it to help in punishing him?" "I am not a coward to fly," she answered; but I could see that I had touched her. "I will denounce him." "From where? From the inside of one of his prisons? As what? As a well-known leader of the Carlists? Think, Sarita, and for God’s sake think quickly, for every minute may make your peril greater; and not yours only, but mine as well. What heed would be paid to anything a Carlist might say against him at such a moment?" "I will come," she cried then, impetuously; and in a minute we had explained our intention to those who still remained, and left the house. "Where are you going?" asked Sarita, when we reached the street.