Luis Fernandez smiled benignly upon Rollo, but did not speak. He believed that the poison had done its work. Cabrera took not the slightest notice of Rollo's words, but continued to pace the floor frowning and muttering. More than one Carlist soldier glanced at his neighbour with a look which said, plain as a printed proclamation, "It is all over with the foreigners!" At last Cabrera stopped his promenade. He folded his arms and stood looking up at Rollo. "The morning--I think you said. Well, I will give your friend till the morning to be ready with the proofs of your innocence. But if not, so soon as the sun rises over the hills out there, you four shall all be shot for spies and traitors. Take them away!" CHAPTER XXI TO BE SHOT AT SUNRISE! The Carlist soldiers conducted Rollo and his three friends to the granary of the mill-house, where in the mean time they were permitted to recline as best they might upon the various piles of grain heaped here and there in preparation for the work of the morrow. The Carlists were mostly quite young, Basques and Navarrese, whose jokes and horseplay, even after a long day's marching, were boyish and natural. Rollo and El Sarria were placed at one side of the granary, and at the other Etienne and John Mortimer lay at full length upon a heap of corn. Between paced a sentry with musket and bayonet. The kindly lads had, with characteristic generosity, brought their prisoners a portion of their scanty rations--sausages and dried fish with onions and cheese, all washed down with copious draughts of red wine. As before, owing to the position of Sarria among its mountains, the night fell keen and chill. The Carlists slept and snored, all save the double guards placed over the prisoners. "Shall we try a rush? Is it any use?" whispered Rollo to El Sarria. The outlaw silently shook his head. He had long ago considered the position, and knew that it was impossible. The windows were mere slits. There was only one trap-door in the floor, and that was closed. Moreover, there were fifty Carlists asleep in the loft, and the floor below was the bed-chamber of as many more. Cast back upon his own thoughts, Rollo reviewed many things--his short life, the reckless ups-and-downs in which he had spent it--but all without remorse or regret. "I might have been a lawyer, and lived to a hundred!" he said to himself. "It is better as it is. If I have done little good, perhaps I have not had time to do a great deal of harm." Then very contentedly he curled himself up to sleep as best he might, only dreamily wondering if little Concha would be sorry when she heard. Ramon Garcia sat with his eyes fixed on the sentry who had ceased his to-and-fro tramp up the centre, and now leaned gloomily against the wall, his hands crossed about the cross-bar of his sword-bayonet.