Then his tongue refused to be quiet, and he cried to his silent companion:
“There is something going on for certain. I’ve counted twelve officers go by since I’ve been standing here.”
There was no heed paid to his remark, and at last the boy drew a breath full of relief, for he heard steps on the stairs, the sentry’s piece rattled, and then the key turned in the lock, and Captain Murray entered, looking very stern.
“Frank Gowan,” he said, “you give me your parole d’honneur that you will not do anything foolish in the way of attempting to escape?”
“Oh yes, of course, sir,” said the boy. “I don’t want to escape.”
“That’s right. And you, Andrew Forbes?”
“No; I shall make no promises,” was the reply.
“Don’t be foolish, my lad. You ought to have cooled down by this time. Give me your word: it will make your position bearable, and mine easy.”
“I shall give no promises,” said Andrew haughtily. “I have been arrested, and brought here a prisoner, and I shall act as a prisoner would.”
“Try to escape? Don’t attempt to do anything so foolish, my lad. I will speak out like a friend to you. There has been some important news brought to the Palace; the guard has been quadrupled in number, double sentries have been placed, and they would fire at any one attempting to pass the gates without the word to-night. Now, give me your promise.”