"No, I should allow it to be forced."

"But they will kill me!"

"Yes, if they see you."

"How shall they not see me?"

"Hide yourself."

"Where?"

"In the secret dungeon."

"But you, my child?"

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

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

Then, as the gate began to give way amidst the triumphantshouts 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."