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well guarded by the castle that it was impossible to get to the outer world through that gateway. Although he knew the mountains well, he realised that, with his band scattered, many killed, and the others fugitives, he would have a better chance of starving to death in the valley than of escaping out of it. He sat on the bench and thought over the situation. Why had the Prince been so merciful? He had expected torture, whereas he was to meet the easiest death that a man could die. He felt satisfied there was something in this that he could not understand. Perhaps they intended to starve him to death, now that the appearance of a fair trial was over. Things could be done in the dungeon of a castle that the outside world knew nothing of. His fears of starvation were speedily put to an end by the appearance of his gaoler with a better meal than he had had for some time; for during the last week he had wandered a fugitive in the mountains until captured by the Prince's men, who evidently had orders to bring him in alive. Why then were they so anxious not to kill him in a fair fight if he were now to be merely beheaded?

      "What is your name?" asked Toza of his gaoler.

      "I am called Paulo," was the answer.

      "Do you know that I am to be beheaded on the fifteenth of the month?"

      "I have heard so," answered the man.

      "And do you attend me until that time?"

      "I attend you while I am ordered to do so. If you talk much I may be replaced."

      "That, then, is a tip for silence, good Paulo," said the brigand. "I always treat well those who serve me well; I regret, therefore, that I have no money with me, and so cannot recompense you for good service."

      "That is not necessary," answered Paulo. "I receive my recompense from the steward."

      "Ah, but the recompense of the steward and the recompense of a brigand chief are two very different things. Are there so many pickings in your position that you are rich, Paulo?"

      "No; I am a poor man."

      "Well, under certain circumstances, I could make you rich."

      Paulo's eyes glistened, but he made no direct reply. Finally he said, in a frightened whisper, "I have tarried too long, I am watched. By- and-by the vigilance will be relaxed, and then we may perhaps talk of riches."

      With that the gaoler took his departure. The brigand laughed softly to himself. "Evidently," he said, "Paulo is not above the reach of a bribe. We will have further talk on the subject when the watchfulness is relaxed."

      And so it grew to be a question of which should trust the other. The brigand asserted that hidden in the mountains he had gold and jewels, and these he would give to Paulo if he could contrive his escape from the castle.

      "Once free of the castle, I can soon make my way out of the valley," said the brigand.

      "I am not so sure of that," answered Paulo. "The castle is well guarded, and when it is discovered that you have escaped, the alarm- bell will be rung, and after that not a mouse can leave the valley without the soldiers knowing it."

      The brigand pondered on the situation for some time, and at last said,

       "I know the mountains well."

      "Yes;" said Paulo, "but you are one man, and the soldiers of the Prince are many. Perhaps," he added, "if it were made worth my while, I could show you that I know the mountains even better than you do."

      "What do you mean?" asked the brigand, in an excited whisper.

      "Do you know the tunnel?" inquired Paulo, with an anxious glance towards the door.

      "What tunnel? I never heard of any."

      "But it exists, nevertheless; a tunnel through the mountains to the world outside."

      "A tunnel through the mountains? Nonsense!" cried the brigand. "I should have known of it if one existed. The work would be too great to accomplish."

      "It was made long before your day, or mine either. If the castle had fallen, then those who were inside could escape through the tunnel. Few know of the entrance; it is near the waterfall up the valley, and is covered with brushwood. What will you give me to place you at the entrance of that tunnel?"

      The brigand looked at Paulo sternly for a few moments, then he answered slowly, "Everything I possess."

      "And how much is that?" asked Paulo.

      "It is more than you will ever earn by serving the Prince."

      "Will you tell me where it is before I help you to escape from the castle and lead you to the tunnel?"

      "Yes," said Toza.

      "Will you tell me now?"

      "No; bring me a paper to-morrow, and I will draw a plan showing you how to get it."

      When his gaoler appeared, the day after Toza had given the plan, the brigand asked eagerly, "Did you find the treasure?"

      "I did," said Paulo quietly.

      "And will you keep your word?—will you get me out of the castle?"

      "I will get you out of the castle and lead you to the entrance of the tunnel, but after that you must look to yourself."

      "Certainly," said Toza, "that was the bargain. Once out of this accursed valley, I can defy all the princes in Christendom. Have you a rope?"

      "We shall need none," said the gaoler. "I will come for you at midnight, and take you out of the castle by the secret passage; then your escape will not be noticed until morning."

      At midnight his gaoler came and led Toza through many a tortuous passage, the two men pausing now and then, holding their breaths anxiously as they came to an open court through which a guard paced. At last they were outside of the castle at one hour past midnight.

      The brigand drew a long breath of relief when he was once again out in the free air.

      "Where is your tunnel?" he asked, in a somewhat distrustful whisper of his guide.

      "Hush!" was the low answer. "It is only a short distance from the castle, but every inch is guarded, and we cannot go direct; we must make for the other side of the valley and come to it from the north."

      "What!" cried Toza in amazement, "traverse the whole valley for a tunnel a few yards away?"

      "It is the only safe plan," said Paulo. "If you wish to go by the direct way, I must leave you to your own devices."

      "I am in your hands," said the brigand with a sigh. "Take me where you will, so long as you lead me to the entrance of the tunnel."

      They passed down and down around the heights on which the castle stood, and crossed the purling little river by means of stepping-stones. Once Toza fell into the water, but was rescued by his guide. There was still no alarm from the castle as daylight began to break. As it grew more light they both crawled into a cave which had a low opening difficult to find, and there Paulo gave the brigand his breakfast, which he took from a little bag slung by a strap across his shoulder.

      "What are we going to do for food if we are to be days between here and the tunnel?" asked Toza.

      "Oh, I have arranged for that, and a quantity of food has been placed where we are most likely to want it. I will get it while you sleep."

      "But if you are captured, what am I to do?" asked Toza. "Can you not tell me now how to find the tunnel, as I told you how to find the treasure?"

      Paulo pondered over this for a moment, and then said, "Yes; I think it would be the safer way. You must follow the stream until you reach the place where the torrent from the east joins it. Among the hills there is a waterfall, and halfway up the precipice on a shelf of rock there are sticks and bushes. Clear them away, and you will find the entrance to the tunnel. Go through the tunnel until you come to a door, which is bolted on this side. When you have passed through, you will see the end of your journey."

      Shortly after daybreak the big bell of the castle began to toll, and before noon the soldiers were beating the bushes all around them. They were so close