In spite of the obstacle of temperament I had found means to attain my end, to work my will, yet I realized well De Noyan would never bear such uncomfortable posture long; whatever was to be accomplished must be done quickly.

Fortunately my plan, dim and doubtful as it was, had already taken outline.

I had determined what to endeavor; it must be attempted at once, with bold heart, or the opportunity would be gone forever.

Pulling the hood across my face, I partially opened the door, glancing out upon the curious sentry.

To my relief he was alone.
"I suppose the Commandant told you to give me a lift out with this box ?" I asked in Spanish.
"No, senor _padre_." The man was exceedingly good-natured, evidently one who had profound respect for the cloth.
"_Caramba_!" I growled angrily, using the Spanish tongue so he might not miss my meaning.