"I do not think that I can," said the surgeon. "The risk to us all would be too great."
"I do not see any risk," was the reply. "The whole place is double-guarded. Neither that poor old feeble man nor I could possibly get away."
As the surgeon really wished to serve his kinsman, not only in return for past favors but to be gracious as a host, after reflection he said:
"To-morrow when I make my rounds I will try to arrange to leave you there till I return."
The next day the captain went into the cell and the surgeon, closing the door, turned to the sentinel and said:
"Guard that door well and see that it is not opened until I come back. That man in there is my relation, but we must not trust him too far."
Having thus secured for the caller an uninterrupted interview with Mr. Davis, the surgeon continued on his way.
"Mr. Davis, I have only a few moments before the doctor finishes his round. Can I do anything for you?—anything? Tell me, quick."
"No; there is nothing, my young friend—nothing; but I thank you for the wish."