“I’ve been in some queer and peculiar places,” he told himself, “but this is the limit; also, as this Russian says, it’s not going to be an easy job to get out of here.”
In the darkness of the dungeon it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside. Jack had lost all track of time. He felt in his pockets. He had no matches and his watch and what money he had had were gone.
“They’ve cleaned me out pretty well,” he muttered.
Several hours later Jack heard the Russian stirring about again and came to the conclusion that the man was awake. He hailed him.
“Yes, I’m awake,” came the reply.
“Do you have any idea whether it is day or night?” asked Jack.
“Can’t be daylight yet,” was the reply. “They’ll have us out of here as soon as it is light.”
“Well, I wish it would hurry and come then,” said Jack. “I would like to get out of here.”
“So would I; but I’d rather lie here peacefully than to face what we must face when we get out.”
“You mean——”