He was requested by one of his conductors to sit on a bench.
Two of the band left the room, and the others sat near the entrance, and engaged in a whispering conversation.
Ned was then left to his own reflections, which were not of a tranquillising nature.
Nearly half an hour had elapsed when the two men mentioned above reappeared bearing lighted torches and an order from the captain to see the prisoner.
Young Ned Warbeck was now fully aware that he was in a cave of robbers, and he made up his mind for the worst, and marched boldly at the summons of one who seemed to be the leader of the band.
They proceeded, at a quick pace, through numerous vaulted arches, similar to which Ned had been confined in, and they were soon in the presence of the captain.
He was seated at a table with a bundle of papers in his left hand, and a sword in his right.
His dress was the same as that of his followers.
What distinguished him from the rest was a pair of long moustachios in addition to the beard, and a yellow band round his waist
His dark glaring eyes were fixed for a moment on the countenance of the young and handsome prisoner, who was leisurely surveying all around him.