The officer winked at him confidentially, and took him out to a row of dungeons built of logs and ceiled inside with heavy boards. A single pane of glass about eight inches square admitted light ten feet from the ground.
There was a commotion inside, curses, groans, and cries for mercy mingling in rapid succession.
“What is it?” asked Phil.
“Hell’s goin’ on in there!” laughed the officer.
“Evidently.”
A heavy crash, as though a ton weight had struck the floor, and then all was still.
“By George, it’s too bad we can’t see it all!” exclaimed the officer.
“What does it mean?” urged Phil.
Again the Captain laughed immoderately.
“I’ve got a blue-blood in there taking the bluin’ out of his system. He gave me some impudence. I’m teaching him who’s running this country!”