They reached the door together, and with the rocky tunnel open before them, once more holding up to their eyes the picture of absolute beauty of sea and sky and shore, they filled their lungs with fresh, wholesome air, and shook off the last of the evil spell that had held them.

“In God’s name, Pearse, let us fly from this hellish place!” whispered Venner, dropping his rapier to the rocky floor with a clatter, and thrusting his hand out in reconciliation.

“Yes, Venner, and pray Heaven we may forget!” replied Pearse fervently. “But how shall we get away? The giant and his crew are yet at the schooner.”

“We must wait. They will return soon for more booty. Then we must seize the chance. Is that somebody coming now?”