He beckoned to White who joined him and who looked up without being bid.
"It's out there that we're going," he said.

"We'll have to cross a stormy sea before we reach freedom, but Ned, you and I are keyed up just high enough to cross.

We'll put it to the touch and win it all.

Now for the next door." The second door was not locked and when they pushed it open they entered a small room, furnished handsomely in the Spanish fashion.

A lamp burned on a table, at which an officer sat looking over some papers.