A soldier answered the summons, and as he looked at the pass which Master Ludwick held out Enoch fancied a peculiar expression came over his face, as if he had been expecting to see that particular piece of paper.
Jacob stepped over the threshold without waiting for an invitation, and his comrade followed.
The soldier, who had not spoken, led the way in silence down the corridor, unlocked a heavily barred door cautiously, as if it was his desire to avoid making a noise, and motioned for the boys to enter.
It was so dark in the small cell that the visitors could not distinguish any object.
"Seth!" Jacob whispered. "Where are you, Seth?"
A glad cry of surprise came from out the darkness; a clanking of chains was heard, and the despairing prisoner cried hysterically:
"Oh, Jacob! Jacob! Is it you?"
"It is indeed, Seth, and Enoch is with me," Master Ludwick said in a whisper. "You had best not talk loud, for there is no reason why any one save the soldier on duty should know we are here."
"But how did you get in?"
"Never mind that part of it, Seth. At least not until we are outside."