Then a thought occurred to him and he said quietly:
“Wait a moment and I will give you a light.”
There was a startled exclamation and then the man asked:
“Who is that? Is that you, John Sheldon?”
“Yes, it is I.”
“What are you doing here? Have you come to hunt me down?”
“No, I am a prisoner but I don’t know who brought me here. I have not come to hunt you down. I did not know that you were anywhere about and I don’t know where I am myself.”
Then the boy lighted a match and looked around him, seeing an old rusty tin candlestick with the butt of a candle in it on a shelf under one of the windows.
He lighted this and the man came forward, looked fixedly in his face and said:
“You say you are a prisoner here? How did that happen?”