“I have no idea, unless it was to see what it is like.”
“Well, but I like that!” said Hawes. “That is entering into the system. Let us see how he comes on.”
Mr. Hawes, Mr. Lepel and Hodges went to the dark cells; on their way they were joined by Evans.
The governor took out his own keys, and Evans having indicated the cell, for there were three, he unlocked it and threw the door wide open. They all looked in, but there was nothing to be seen.
“I hope nothing is the matter,” said Mr. Lepel, in considerable agitation, and he groped his way into the cave. As he put out his hand it was taken almost violently by the self-immured, who cried:
“Oh, Lepel!” and held him in a strong but tremulous grasp. Then, after a pause, he said more calmly: “The light dazzles me! the place seems on fire now! Perhaps you will be kind enough to lend me your arm, Lepel.”
Mr. Lepel led him out; he had one hand before his eyes, which he gradually withdrew while speaking. He found himself in the middle of a group with a sly sneer on their faces mixed with some curiosity.
“How long have I been there?” asked he quietly.
“Six hours; it is nine o'clock.”
“Only six hours! incredible!”