"Witchcraft," muttered Carlos, the readier of the two.

"We have watched faithfully all night, my captain.

We saw nothing, we heard nothing, and the door was locked, as you behold.

We are honest men and we have been faithful!" Braxton Wyatt pointed to the dark corner of the prison.
"See," he said, "that is how they went." Heaped against the wall was a pile of dirt, and in its place a hole large enough to admit a man's body led under the logs.

The Spaniard cried out in rage again.
"We see how they have gone!" he exclaimed, "but in what way did they do it?
Who has helped them!" Braxton Wyatt examined the tunnel.