Was he, then, really doomed for life?
And what of the beautiful girl of whom he was so fond, and whom he promised to meet at Berlin?
Would she not forget and condemn him for failing to keep his word, not knowing why did did not keep it?
One day when he went to the cell occupied by old Batavsky, he found him unexpectedly low and evidently very ill; in fact, he was nearly unconscious.
Barnwell at once sprang to his side.
"Are you ill, sir? Speak to me."
The old man opened his eyes slowly when he caught him by the hand, but he did not speak, and Barnwell went at once and reported the case to the chief surgeon, and asked for some brandy for him.
"No; let him die! he cannot live much longer anyway," was the brutal reply.
"But I am getting along so nicely in learning the language of him—"
"Oh, well, take him some brandy, then."