I answered, "General, I have freely told you whatever concerns only myself, because I thought it better that you should know that I am a soldier under the protection of the United States, but I have not yet become base enough to describe my comrades!" "O!" sneered he, "I don't know that I ought to have asked you that." "I think not, sir," I replied. "Well," said he, "I know all about it. Your leader's name is Andrews. What kind of a man is he?" I was perfectly astonished that he should have Andrews' name, and know him to be our leader; but I never imagined what I afterward found to be the true cause--that Andrews had been captured, and had given his name, with the fact that he was the leader of the expedition. I had every confidence that _he_ would get away, and try some measures for our relief; so I answered boldly: "I can tell you only one thing about him, and that is, he is a man whom you will never catch." I _thought_ I noticed a peculiar smile on the General's face as I said this, but he only replied: "That will do for you;" and turning to a captain who stood by, he continued, "take him to the hole; you know where that is." With a nod in reply, the captain took me out of the room. As I passed through the door, I saw an explanation of the General's smile. There stood Andrews, ironed, waiting an audience, and Marion Ross and John Williams with him. I did not choose to recognize them; for such recognition might have compromised them, as I knew not what course they would pursue. CHAPTER VIII. Negro Prison--Swims, the Jailor--Horrible Dungeon--Black Hole of Calcutta--Suffocation--Union Prisoners--Slave Catching--Our Party Reunited--Breakfast Lowered by Rope--Hunger--Counseling--Fiendish Barbarity--Chained in the Dungeon--Andrews tried as a Spy and Traitor--Sweet, but Stolen News--Removed from Dungeon--Pure Air and Sunlight--Attacked by a Mob--"A Friend"--Madison--Daring Adventure and Narrow Escape. The captain now called a guard of eight men, and conducted me through the streets for some time; at last we came to a little brick building, surrounded by a high board fence. Those who have ever been in Chattanooga, and visited the negro prison, will recognize my description. A portion of the building was occupied by the jailor, but the prison part consisted of two rooms, one under the other, and also partly underground. This under room had no entrance from the outside, but was accessible only through a trap-door from the room directly overhead. Chattanooga is not a county-seat, and, therefore, this prison was built only for the accommodation of negroes by their humane owners.