aneous exclamations of the men as they
sprang upon their feet.

"In the fiend's name, captain, tell us all about it!" said Mac,
anxiously.

"I have no time to talk much, nor you to tarry long! It was all along of
that blamed witch, Capitola!" said Black Donald, who then gave a rapid
account of the adventure, and the manner in which Capitola entrapped and
captured the burglars, together with the way in which he himself came by
the information.

"I declare, one can't help liking that girl! I should admire her even if
she should put a rope about my neck!" said Mac.

"She's a brick!" said another, with emphasis.

"She's some pumpkins, now, I tell you!" assented a third.

"I am more than ever resolved to get her into my possession! But in the
mean time, lads, we must evacuate the Old Inn! It is getting too hot to
hold us!"

"Aye, captain!"

"Aye, lads, listen! We must talk fast and act promptly; the poor fellows
up there in jail are game, I know! They would not willingly peach, but
they are badly wounded. If one of them should have to die, and be
blessed with a psalm-singing parson to attend him, no knowing what he
may be persuaded to confess! Therefore, let us quickly decide upon some
new rendezvous that will be unsuspected, even by our poor caged birds!
If any of you have any place in your eye, speak!"

"We would rather hear what you have to say, captain," said Mac; and all
the rest assented.

"Well, then, you all know the Devil's Punch Bowl!"

"Aye, do we, captain!"

"Well, what you do not know--what nobody knows but myself is this--that
about half-way down that awful chasm, in the side of the rock, is a
hole, concealed by a clump of evergreens; that hole is the entrance to a
cavern of enormous extent! Let that be our next rendezvous! And now,
avaunt! Fly! Scatter! and meet me in the cavern to-night, at the usual
hour! Listen--carry away all our arms, ammunition, disguises and
provisions--so that no vestige of our presence may be left behind. As
for dummy, if they can make her speak, the cutting out of her tongue was
lost labor--vanish!"

"But our pals in prison!" said Mac.

"They shall be my care. We must lie low for a few days, so as to put the
authorities off their guard. Then if our pals recover from their wounds,
and have proved game against Church and State, I shall know what
measures to take for their deliverance! No more talk now--prepare for
your flitting and fly!"

The captain's orders were