James Travis lies, and standing at the Threshold, calls out to him ;]
Awake, James Travis! rise and follow me!
My hand shall guide thy steps to liberty!
[James Travis wearing still the bandages round his head., comes from his room and stands like one overcome by a trance.]
Angel! that soothed my fever's agony,
Where'er thou leadest me, I follow thee!
[While Elsie and James Travis are proceeding to the rear of the corridor, Santa Anna, hitherto lost in a faint stupor, starts for the door, which he tries in vain to force open.]
Confound these monks ! what they have built, withstands
The wear of times and strength of stoutest hands.
[While Santa Anna, in the meantifne, looks for another way of egress, Elsie and J. Travis reach the altar in the back-ground of the corridor. Standing behind it,]
Here is the entrance to the corridor
That leads the way to Freedom's hallowed shore.