It leaves no space for us to kneel in prayer." I bent down as I spoke, exerting all my strength, and succeeded in dragging the heavy, iron-bound chest forward, across the threshold.

My heart beat fiercely in misgiving lest the guard might feel moved to interfere, but he never stirred; merely gazed at my movements in stolid wonder.

Concealing from him all the interior possible with my body, I spoke a brief word of farewell to the prisoner, supposed to be safely within, then closed and locked the door.
"Here," I said authoratively, my cheeks flushed with delight at so successful an issue, "lay hold on one end of this, and give me a lift." Obligingly, and apparently without a moment's reflection as to his duty, the soldier, young in years and doubtless a new recruit, leaned his gun against the mast, bending down with hand upon the rope handle.
"Where to, senor _padre_ ?" "The Commandant said it might be placed in the store-room.

'Twill stow away safely enough there, and bother nobody.

Know you where that is ?" "Ay; only a step this way." "Lead on then, yet Saint Cecilia! it makes no light load.