CHAPTER X.
SALVADOR.
Now that I knew beyond a doubt what would be my fate unless I could escape before morning, I became decidedly anxious as to the outcome of my approaching interview with the ghostly comforter for whom I had asked.

It was my last chance.

If it failed me, or the man turned out to be a priest and nothing more, my hours were numbered.

The time was too short to arrange any other plan.

Would he bring with him a file and a cord?
Even if he did, we could hardly hope to cut through the bars before daylight.