know
any other secret passages?"

"I know them all."

"Will you help me to escape?"

Dolores hesitated.

"You need not hesitate; if you don't help me I'll kill you. No, I
won't kill you--I'll kill Ashby. He's in the hands of six of my
guards. I've only to give the word, and he'll be shot. Quick,
now--what do you say?"

"Will you let me go free?" asked Dolores.

"Well," said "His Majesty," "under the circumstances, I think I will
consent to let you go free. Oh yes; only show me the way out, and you
may do as you choose."

"Then I will show you," said Dolores. "But, first, will you tell me
in what room Senor Ashby is confined?"

"No," said "His Majesty;" "get me out first, and then I will let you
know all you wish."

"Very well," said Dolores.

She led the way up into the passage which they had left. Mrs. Russell
followed close upon "His Majesty's" heels. As for Katie, she did not
move.

Follow? Why should she? It was quiet here, and the immediate fear of
the armed men no longer impelled her away. Should she leave the
castle? Not she. The castle seemed to be captured by some enemy. This
enemy must be the soldiers of the government. In that case she ought
by all means to stay. Besides, she knew that Harry was still here,
and to escape without him was not to be thought of.

The consequence was that Katie remained behind. It was very dark; but
that made no difference, as she had grown accustomed to the darkness
since she had come here. True, the moonbeams glimmered through the
narrow windows, but the greater part of the room was sunk in gloom.
She thought for a moment of trying to persuade her "Auntie" to
remain; but the next instant she reflected upon the infatuation of
"Auntie" about "His Majesty," and concluded that it would be useless
to say a word. And therefore "Auntie" went off, leaving Katie alone,
seeking the crown of Spain, and the throne, and sceptre, and power,
might, dominion, pomp, splendor, and majesty--will-o'-the-wisps all
of them, my beloved readers, in search of which I'm afraid poor
"Auntie" will come to grief.

Dolores led the way, followed thus by "His Majesty" and "Auntie." At
the top they came to the stone door-way, which was still open. This
Dolores closed carefully.

Then she pressed against a stone which was on the opposite side of
the chamber. It yielded, and opened in just like the other. Passing
through, they all found themselves in a chamber like the last, only
it ran in