"Those black, ugly outlines there are—"
"Bodies."
"Ugh!"
"They are put into those black bags in lieu of winding sheets, then placed into those rough wooden shells, which are lowered to the prison cemetery below by that crane you see to the right."
"A very poor look-out."
But away with such dull thoughts. Here he was on the threshold of new joy—new life.
"Your boys are here," said Sebastian, pausing before a huge barred door.
He undid the fastenings, and pushing open the door, made way for Harkaway to pass in.
"Enter, sir," he said.
Harkaway's heart beat high.