Quick orders were given, and his clothes were stripped from him, and he was held in position while the executioner rained blow after blow upon him to revenge the one he had received.
And then he was hurried away and thrust into a cold, damp dungeon, his lacerated flesh bleeding copiously, but with his heart still unbroken.
CHAPTER VI.
STRANGE ACQUAINTANCE.
William Barnwell suffered terribly during the next forty-eight hours after his terrible flogging, for having resented the punishment of a girl, for during all that time he was left without his clothes and without food.
But his clothes were finally thrown into his cell, together with half a loaf of black bread, dry and moldy.
He had never known what hunger was before, but now he seized that disgusting loaf and ate it with avidity, and while doing so he dressed himself, but without having a chance to wash his lacerations, the blood of which had dried upon his back.
But he had suffered much from the cold, and his clothes were welcome indeed.
What would be the next move?
He realized that he was a Russian victim, and that in all probability he would never leave Siberia alive, and that his friends would never know his fate.