"What have you done with the Yankee's horse?" she called.
"He's here."
"Where's the Yankee, do you suppose?"
"We think he must have run off into the woods."
"That's what I thought."
The girl began to mount the ladder.
"I'm coming up," she said.
She disappeared, and the ladder was withdrawn.
She came back after a long time, and there were men with her.
"It's all right, Yankee," she called down the hole. "They're your own men, and I'm the prisoner now."
The ladder reappeared, and two friendly men in blue came down into the cellar.
"Good God!" they said. "It's Aladdin O'Brien!"
Hannibal St. John and Beau Larch lifted Aladdin tenderly and took him out of his prison.
