No detail of his dress or manner but I observed. There was a scar across his forehead, fresh and bleeding a bit. A contusion rather. He had probably struck the door-facing as he rushed in. Yes, it bled. A few drops had trickled down his nose; there hung one, quite dry, from his brow. Precisely beneath this there were some dozen or so upon the floor. All could have been covered by my hand. Like myself Broussard had not moved throughout that awful night. God, how I pitied him. With such a weight of treason on his soul. And yet, looking back, the night was less awful than the coming day, far more merciful than the hideous night which followed it. With the sun Broussard heartened up, and first broke the silence. "Who are you comrade, and what do you here?" I was at a loss for reply. I had no faith in him, yet even a rotten stick might serve to get me out. "I am trapped like yourself, and feared you all the night. God in Heaven what a long night it was." Broussard had no words, his convulsive shudder expressed more than mine. "Do you know how to get out of here?" I asked. "Not I, except by the door, or the window," looking at that. "I'll try the door," he continued, smiling the treacherous smile of the tiger. I remembered so well the first day he showed his teeth aboard ship. The man well knew I recognized him, he had heard me speak his name, and I feared if he found the door open he would shut me up again, and escape. "I'll test the door softly and see what is outside," and he moved as if to put his thought in action. "Hold on, not yet; methinks I'll try that door myself." I could see he had the same idea which had occurred to me, for he demurred. "No, my fine sir; why you and not I?" "Because I know you, sir, and fear to trust you." "Verily, you have honorable intentions yourself to suspect me so readily." He was bent on engaging me in conversation, so he might perhaps recognize me from my voice. The mask still hid my features, and the entire difference in my mode of dress made recognition almost impossible. The puzzled expression of a half recollection still rested on his face as I continued: "I do not merely suspect you, I know you for a traitor--nay do not clap your hand upon your sword until I have finished. You have now in your possession certain traitorous dispatches which were given you by one Carne Yvard in exchange for others which you brought over with you in a vessel called le Dauphin. Ah, you begin to pale and shrink, and well you may--" "You lie!" he shrieked, convincing me I had made a home thrust.