Mildred answered the cry, at the top of her lungs, and immediately Inez followed with a shrill scream that roused a thousand echoes in the hidden pa.s.sage. And now Toodlums joined the chorus, startled from her sleep and terrified by the riot of sound.
They tried to listen, but the baby"s cries prevented anything else from being heard, so they devoted themselves to quieting little Jane. It took some time to do this, for the sobbing infant was thoroughly frightened, but finally Inez succeeded in comforting her and the bottle of precious milk was sacrificed to put baby to sleep again.
By this time the sounds on the other side of the wall had ceased; but the girls were now full of eager hope, believing they had succeeded in letting their friends know they were imprisoned in the wall.
Within the hour more dull pounding began and this continued so regularly that Mildred told Inez the rescuers were surely trying to break through the adobe. They listened alertly to each blow and for a time forgot both thirst and fatigue in the excitement of the moment. Daybreak was near, for already a gray light was creeping in through the gratings overhead.
Suddenly a crash like a thunder-clap resounded from the end of the pa.s.sage. From the gloomy recess behind the couch a man"s form appeared, struck the bed, was rebounded by the springs into the air, turned a complete somersault and landed on the floor of the pa.s.sage in a sitting position, facing the two startled nurses.
He did not seem to be hurt, but was evidently bewildered. He glared in amazement at the girls and they glared in amazement at him. Then, slowly, he turned his eyes to view his surroundings and blinked stupidly at the candles, the antique carved furniture, the baby bundled upon a cushioned seat and finally rested his eyes again upon the faces of the nurses.
"Why, it is Senor Bul-Run!" cried Inez, clapping her hands with joy. "He have come to save us."
"Pardon me," said the man, in a rather quavering falsetto, "I"m not sure whether I"ve come to save you or to share your peril. Where am I, please?"
"It is the hollow of the wall, sir," replied Mildred, who had never seen the big fellow before. "It is the secret apartment constructed by Senor Cristoval, who built this house."
"Well," said he, slowly getting upon his feet and with another curious glance around, "I can"t say that I consider it a desirable place of residence. Certainly it"s no place for our precious Toodlums," and he bent over the sleeping babe and tenderly kissed its forehead. Then, straightening up, he said in as determined a tone as his high voice would permit: "We must find a way to get out of here!"
"Can"t you get out the same way you got in?" asked Mildred.
He looked at her in perplexed astonishment.
"How did I get in?" he inquired.
"Don"t you know?"
"I"ve no idea. I was sitting in the window of the blue room, resting, when there was a bang, whirligig, fireworks-and here I am, your uninvited guest."
"The blue room!" cried Mildred.
"Yes. Did you happen to notice my arrival? I don"t mean its lack of dignity, but the direction I came from?"
"You came from somewhere behind that bed. I saw you strike the mattress and-and bound up again."
"To be sure. I remember bounding up again. I-I didn"t care to stop, you see. I was anxious to-to-see if baby Jane was all right."
Mildred could not repress a smile, while Inez giggled openly.
"However," continued the big man, good-humoredly, "the direction affords us a clew. Pardon my absence for a moment while I investigate."
He took one of the candles, cautiously made his way over the couch and stood upon the oak chest at the end of the narrow chamber. Here he was able to examine the heavy planking set in the adobe, through which he had doubtless made his appearance but which now appeared as solid and immovable as the wall itself.
Runyon"s first act was to pa.s.s the light of the candle carefully over every joint and edge, with the idea of discovering a spring or hinge.
But no such thing seemed to exist. Then he took out his big jackknife and began prying. When a blade snapped he opened another, only to break it in his vain twisting and jabbing. Finally he threw the now useless knife from him and began pounding with his fists upon the planking, at the same time shouting with the best voice he could muster. Perhaps the pounding might have been heard had not his friends at that moment been seeking for his mangled form in the garden, among the rose vines.
After listening in vain for a reply, Runyon came back to the girls, saying:
"This is certainly a singular occurrence. I came in as easily as I ever did anything in my life, I a.s.sure you; but the way out is not so easy.
However, we won"t have to endure this confinement long, for the boys are breaking down the wall in two places."
Then, in reply to their anxious questioning, he related the incidents of the night: how the discovery was made that Toodlums and her two nurses were missing; of the search throughout the country in automobiles; how the major had heard the "ghost" of baby Jane, which had given them their first intimation of the truth, and of the desperate and vain attempts made to get into the secret chamber.
Mildred, in return, explained the accident that had led to their imprisonment and of their failure to find any means of escape.
"There must be a way out, of course," she added, "for Senor Cristoval would never invent such clever and complicated ways of getting into this hollow wall without inventing other means of getting out."
"True enough," agreed Runyon; "but I can"t see why he thought it necessary to make the means of getting _out_ a secret. These rooms were probably built as hiding-places, and there are at least two separate entrances. But whoever hid here should be master of the situation and have no difficulty in escaping when the danger was over."
"Unless," said Mildred, thoughtfully, "the rooms were also intended as a prison."
"Well, perhaps that is it," said the man. "Old Cristoval may have thought the occasion would arise when he would like to keep one or more prisoners here, so he concealed the exits as carefully as the entrances.
Let us admit, young ladies, that it"s a first-cla.s.s prison. But," his tone changing to one of kindly concern, "how have you stood this ordeal?
You must be worn out with anxiety, and desperately hungry, too."
As he gazed into Mildred"s face it occurred to him, for the first time, that Jane"s new nurse was an interesting girl. She was not exactly beautiful, but-attractive. Indeed, at that moment Mildred was at her best, despite the night"s vigil. The hard, defiant look had left her eyes for the first time in years, driven out by a train of exciting events that had led her to forget herself and her rebellion against fate, at least for the time being.
"We are not very hungry," she said, smiling at the big, boyish rancher, "but we are thirsty. I"d give anything for a good drink of water. And baby is now devouring the last few drops of her prepared food. When it is gone there is nothing here that she can eat."
"Well," said he, spurred to action by this report, "I"m going to explore this place carefully, for if we can manage to find a way out it will save Weldon and his men from ruining that wall, and also save time, for the blamed adobe is so hard and thick that it will still require hours for them to make a hole big enough to get us out."
CHAPTER XVII-THE PRODIGAL SON
With the added light that now came from the gratings in the ceiling every object in the upper room was plainly visible. Runyon began his inspection in a methodical manner, starting at one corner and eyeing the inner wall on every inch of its surface. He tested each block at its corners and edges. The girls watched him listlessly, for they expected no result, having covered the same methods themselves.
At length Runyon was obliged to abandon the wall in despair.
"The opening is there, of course," he said, "but that confounded Cristoval was too clever for us. If I had the rascal here now, I"d strangle him!"
As he stood in the center of the narrow s.p.a.ce, looking around him, his eye fell upon the upholstered seats ranged along one side and he regarded them suspiciously. They were box-like affairs, with the surface of the covers padded and cushioned.
He reached down and lifted one of the lids. As he glanced within he uttered an exclamation of astonishment. The box was almost filled with bottles, lying regularly on their sides.
"Wine!" he cried. "Now, Miss-I don"t remember to have heard your name-I shall be able to relieve your thirst."
"My name is Travers-Mildred Travers, sir; but I can"t drink wine."
"Not to quench your thirst-just a few swallows?" he asked, taking a bottle and trying to remove the cork.
"Not a drop, even to save my life," she replied positively.
"But I will, Senor Runyon-I will!" cried Inez eagerly.
"Runyon!" exclaimed Mildred, stepping back in amazement and looking at the man rather wildly.