They could make out, in the dim light, that they were before a long, low, frame building, with the waters of the Bay just beyond. A light burned within, and, as they entered, the odor of cooking greeted them. "Thank goodness! they don't intend to starve us!" said Elaine. "I suppose it's scarcely proper in an abducted maiden, but I'm positively famished." "I'm too enraged to eat," said Davila. "Are you afraid?" Elaine asked. "Afraid?--not in the least!" "No more am I--but oughtn't we be afraid?" "I don't know! I'm too angry to know anything." They had been halted on the porch, while the chief went in, presumably, to see that all was ready for their reception. Now, he returned. "If you will come in," he said, "I will show you to your apartment." "Prison, you mean," said Davila. "Apartment is a little better word, don't you think?" said he. "However, as you wish, Miss Carrington, as you wish! We shall try to make you comfortable, whatever you may call your temporary quarters.--These two rooms are yours," he continued, throwing open the door. "They are small, but quiet and retired; you will not, I am sure, be disturbed. Pardon me, if I remove these ropes, you will be less hampered in your movements. There! supper will be served in fifteen minutes--you will be ready?" "Yes, we shall be ready," said Elaine, and the man bowed and retired. "He has some manners!" she reflected. "They might be worse," Davila retorted. "Which is some satisfaction," Elaine added. "Yes!--and we best be thankful for it." "The rooms aren't so bad," said Elaine, looking around. "We each have a bed, and a bureau, and a wash-stand, and a couple of chairs, a few chromos, a rug on the floor--and bars at the window." "I noticed the bars," said Davila. Elaine crossed to her wash-stand. "They've provided us with water, so we may as well use it," she said. "I think my face needs--Heavens! what a sight I am!" "Haven't you observed the same sight in me?" Davila asked. "I've lost all my puffs, I know--and so have you--and your hat is a trifle awry." "Since we're not trying to make an impression, I reckon it doesn't matter!" laughed Elaine. "We will have ample opportunity to put them to rights before Colin and Geoffrey see us." She took off her hat, pressed her hair into shape, replaced a few pins, dashed water on her face, and washed her hands. "Now," she said, going into the other room where Miss Carrington was doing likewise, "if I only had a powder-rag, I'd feel dressed." Davila turned, and, taking a little book, from the pocket of her coat, extended it. "Here is some Papier Poudre," she said. "You blessed thing!" Elaine exclaimed, and, tearing out a sheet, she rubbed it over her face. "Is my nose shiny?" she ended. A door opened and a young girl appeared, wearing apron and cap. "The ladies are served!" she announced. The two looked at each other and laughed. "This is quite some style!" Davila commented.