nds again."

She did not stir.

"She may be dead," said Harry, in fear, as he climbed through the
passage. He kneeled down beside her and turned her limp body over so
that he could see her face. "No, she still breathes."

"Perhaps she has fainted," said Mr. Wyman from the other side of the
passage. "Take some water from that pitcher there and bathe her face."

Harry did as directed and soon a faint sigh escaped from her pallid
lips, and in a moment more she opened her eyes and looked up, dazed and
frightened.

"Do not be afraid, Miss Juanita," said Harry, nervously. "It is the
American boys again. What has happened?"

"I think I fainted," she said, weakly. "Oh, it's all so terrible."

Painfully she dragged herself to her feet and sank into a chair that
Harry placed for her.

"What is so terrible?" he asked.

"First the shooting in the jail yard this morning. Did you see it?"
Harry nodded his head. "I cried out. I tried not to, but the horror was
too great. They laughed. They had wrung from me the first sign of
womanly weakness. Then they came to me and repeated their demands for
information. But I was strong again and they left me with curses.
To-morrow I shall stand where he did in the jail yard. I must have
fainted when they left me. But do not mind. It is soon over. Tell him
when you see him that I died bravely for--for him and the cause."

The woman buried her face in her hands and sobbed softly.

"Do you mean, Miss," asked Mr. Wyman anxiously, through the opening,
"that they told you that to-morrow--that to-morrow----" He could not
finish the sentence, but she understood him and nodded her head.

"Yes--to-morrow--at dawn."

Harry stooped down and whispered:

"Do not fear, Miss Juanita, it will not be at dawn to-morrow, nor any
other day. But much will depend upon yourself, so dry your eyes, Miss,
and be ready to do your part when the time comes."

The woman looked up at him wonderingly.

"Have you heard from him?" she asked.

"Not yet, but you will if you will only arouse yourself a bit and be
ready to do as I tell you when I come back."

Harry turned from her quickly and hastily climbing through the passage,
touched the spring that closed it.

"Now, Mr. Wyman," he said, as the stone rolled into place. "You have
seen and heard."

"What an outrage--what a horrible outrage," murmured the consul, gazing
blankly ahead of him.

"Will you listen to my plan now, Mr. Wyman?" said Harry.

"Yes,