The door was cautiously opened and a man's head appeared. One
look at Dave and the door was flung wide by a tall, serious-eyed
man whose hair was gray at the temples.

"Come," he called to those behind him. "I see the uniform of
our own Navy. I never paid much attention to it before, but at
thus moment it's the most welcome sight in the world."

Head erect, shoulders thrown back, an expression of deep gratitude
in his eyes, John Carmody stepped out into the hallway.

Behind him was a middle-aged woman, followed by two pretty girls.
Then came another woman, younger than the first, who led two
boys, one of four years, the other of six.

"I was sent here," Dave announced, cap in hand, "to find and rescue
John Carmody, his wife and two sons, and a Mrs. Deeming and her
two daughters."

"We are they," Mr. Carmody declared.

"Do you know of any other prisoners, Americans or otherwise, who
are held here by the bandits, sir?" Ensign Darrin inquired.

"I do not know of any other captives here," replied Mr. Carmody,
promptly. "In fact, I do not believe there are any others."

"Mr. Carmody, if you will lead your party down the stairs and
through the hallway to the room at the end of the passage, I will
bring up the rear of this little American procession."