An order was given, and both prisoners were marched to the other end of the cave, where an opening was visible.
Through this went the inhabitants of the underground world, leading their prisoners with them.
The strange inhabitants of the place kept on with their prisoners until they reached a massive building of a purple color, which was situated at the end of the single street contained in the city—if city it could be called.
Here they came to a halt.
Then, for the first time, the eyes of Owens rested upon his fellow captive, and such a look [of hate darted] from them!
Lacy quailed before him, and in a husky voice said:
“Aren’t you satisfied yet? Or do you still hate me as much as ever?”
“Just as much!” was the reply, in a bitter voice. “Why shouldn’t I? But never mind—my hour of vengeance will yet come!”
“Death stares us both in the face,” said Lacy, in a calmer tone. “Why not let bygones be bygones?”
“What! after I went to the expense to purchase a balloon to hunt you down after you had taken to the Everglades? Why, you vile hound! I have spent a fortune, almost, for the purpose of hunting you down. Never! If I ever hated you, I do now!”