“Where are we?”
“Siberia,” was the brief response.
“I know that,” said Jack. “But where are we right now? And what makes it so awfully dark in here?”
“We are in a dungeon,” was the reply. “I recognize a dungeon by the feeling, because I have been in a dungeon before. I believe I know who you are. You are the English prisoner, are you not?”
“Yes,” replied Jack.
“I thought so. I spotted you in the freight car when you knocked the guard down. That’s why you’re here.”
“And are we the only two in this place?”
“I guess so. I have heard no other voices.”
“And you say I am here because I knocked the guard down?”
“Yes; they consider you a bad customer.”