o. Go into the next room and sleep. You've earned the right to
it."

The five, reduced to four, were sitting in their prison the next afternoon
chafing more than ever. It seemed to every one of them that those walls,
already so narrow, were still contracting. They did not even like to look
out of the window. The contrast was too painful, and they did not wish to
increase their sorrow.

"Jim," said Shif'less Sol in plaintive tones to Long Jim Hart, "won't you
please come here, an' hold up my head?"

"Now, Sol Hyde," said Long Jim, "what do you want me to come thar an' hold
up your head fur? Are you too lazy to hold it up fur yourself?"

"No, Jim, I ain't too lazy to hold it up fur myself, I'm jest too weak.
Lack o' exercise an' fresh air, an' elbow room hev done fur poor Sol Hyde
at last. I'm pinin' away. Tell Henry when he comes back, ef he ever does,
that I fell into a decline. I done my best to b'ar up, but my best wuzn't
good enough."

"Now you shut up, Sol Hyde," said Jim Hart, "or you'll hev me down real
sick with your foolish talk, ez I jest can't stand it."

They stopped because at that moment there came unto them Lieutenant Diego
Bernal, fresh, chipper, with a few additional flounces and ruffles added
to his jaunty uniform, and a smile upon his dark, pleasant face.

"Ah, my gallant four, who were once my gallant five," he said as he
stroked his little mustache, "I have news for you, important news. You are
even to be summoned again to the presence of His Excellency, Bernardo
Galvez, the Governor General of Louisiana, and that summons is immediate.
I have an impression, though my impressions are usually false and my
memory always weak, that the large youth, the strong youth, the splendid
youth, surnamed the Ware, who was released for the time at the
intercession of Senor Pollock, has been achieving something. This, I
think, is the reason of the sudden call to the audience with His
Excellency."

Paul was all life at once. He sprang up, his eyes sparkling and the flush
of anticipation coming into his face.

"Henry has succeeded!" he cried. "He has done something big! I knew he
would! He has defeated Alvarez and that wretch Wyatt!"

The Catalan regarded Paul with admiration. He liked this enthusiasm, this
infinite trust in a comrade. The five and their faith in one another
continued to make the strongest of appeals to him.

"I think it is even so," he said. "The young giant surnamed the Ware, must
have