“Many persons have found it so,” observed John.
“We could not quite decide whether it was, after all, a demi-lune or a barbacan,” pursued Iris.
“Many persons have found the same difficulty; indeed, visit after visit has been necessary to decide the question, and even then it has been left unsettled,” said John, gravely.
Following Aunt Diana, we all went into a vaulted chamber lighted by a small high-up window, or rather embrasure, in the heavy stone wall.
“Through that window the distinguished Seminole chieftain Coa-coo-chee, that is for to say, the Wild-cat, made his celebrated escape by starving himself to an atomy, squirming up, and squeezing through,” announced the sergeant, who stood in front as torch-bearer.
“Then it wasn’t a cat, after all,” said Iris.
“Only in a Pickwickian sense,” said John.
“Now I thought all the while it was Osceola,” said Sara, wearily.
“The Seminole war—” began the Professor.
“Captain, I am sure you know all about these things,” said Iris; “pray tell me who was this Caloochy.”