"But you, my child?"

"I shall get into it with you. We shall lock the door and
when they have left the prison, we shall again come forth
from our hiding place."

"Zounds, you are right, there!" cried Gryphus; "it's
surprising how much sense there is in such a little head!"

Then, as the gate began to give way amidst the triumphant
shouts of the mob, she opened a little trap-door, and said,
--

"Come along, come along, father."

"But our prisoners?"

"God will watch over them, and I shall watch over you."

Gryphus followed his daughter, and the trap-door closed over
his head, just as the broken gate gave admittance to the
populace.

The dungeon where Rosa had induced her father to hide
himself, and where for the present we must leave the two,
offered to them a perfectly safe retreat, being known only
to those in power, who used to place there important
prisoners of state, to guard against a rescue or a revolt.