"Nothing."
"Who is this other man?" asked the Captain.
"What man?" said Greeba.
Then they told her that her husband was gone, having been carried off by a fellow-prisoner who had effected the escape of both of them.
"Escaped!" cried Greeba, with a look of bewilderment, glancing from face to face of the men about her. "Then it is not true that he has met with an accident. Thank God, oh! thank God!" And she clutched her child closer to her breast, and kissed it.
"We know nothing of that either way," said the Captain. "But tell us who and what is this other man? His number here was B25. His name is Jason."
At that, Greeba gazed up again with a terrified look of inquiry.
"Jason?" she cried.
"Yes, who is he?" the Captain asked.
And Greeba answered, after a pause, "His own brother."