Here, at the end of some fifty paces, he came to the external portion of the building which formed Captain Humphrey's prison, and entering by a fairly well-preserved doorway, he raised a curtain, half-way down a corridor, passed through, and then came abreast of a recess, at the end of which was another broad hanging, which he drew aside, and entered the temple-chamber, where Humphrey lay sleeping on a couch. As Bart approached he became aware of a faint rustling sound, as of someone retreating from the window among the trees, and starting forward, he looked out. But all was still; not a long rope-like liana quivering, no leaf crushed. "Some monkey," muttered Bart, and turning back, he gazed down with a heavy frown at the frank, handsome face of the young officer, till he saw the features twitch, the eyes open and stare wonderingly into his; and once more the prisoner, roused by the presence of another gazing upon his sleeping face, suddenly sprang up. "You here?" "Yes, sir, I'm here," said Bart. "What for? Why?" "Nothing much, sir; only to tell you that you can go." "Go?" cried the captain, excitedly. "Yes, sir. Captain Junk's orders--where you like, so long as you don't try to escape." "But I must escape!" cried Humphrey, angrily. "Tell the captain I will not give my parole." "He don't want it, sir. You can go where you like, only if you try to escape you will be shot." Humphrey Armstrong rose from where he had been lying, and made as if to go to the door, his face full of excitement, his eyes flashing, and his hands all of a tremble. "Go!" he said, sharply. "Send that man who has acted as my servant." "Servant!" muttered Bart, as he passed the curtain; "and him a prisoner! Dinny called hisself his turnkey, but said as there was no door to lock. Here! hoi! Dinny!" "What do you want with him?" said a fierce voice; and he turned, to find the lieutenant coming out of one of the ruined buildings. "Prisoner wants him," said Bart, sturdily. "Here, Dinny, Captain Armstrong wants you." "Ay, ay," cried Dinny, who seemed to divine that Mazzard was about to stop him, and ran hastily on; while the lieutenant, who was half-drunk, stood muttering, and then walked slowly away. "Not so well, sor!" "Wine--water!" panted Humphrey, hoarsely. "I tried to walk to the door and fell back here." "Sure, an ye're out of practice, sir," said Dinny, hastening to hold a vessel of water to the prisoner's lips. "That's better. Ye've tuk no exercise since ye've been betther." "Ah!" sighed Humphrey; "the deadly sickness has gone. This place is so lonely." "Ay, 'tis, sor. One always feels like an outside cock bird who wants a mate." "Sit down and talk to me." "Sure an' I will, wid pleasure, sor," said Dinny, eagerly. "There's so few gintlemen to talk to here." "Tell me about your commander." "An' what'll I tell you about him?" "What kind of a man is he?" "Sure, and he's as handsome as such a little chap can be."