The room itself was small, the walls tinted red, and contained no furniture except a narrow bed and one straight-backed chair.

Light was admitted through a small window, placed so high in the wall I was compelled to stand on the chair to look out, a mere round opening through which it would be impossible to squeeze my rather stalwart body.

It was almost a typical prison cell, apparently affording not the slightest opportunity for escape.

I had a pipe in my pocket, and matches, so I lit up, and lay back on the bed, reviewing the situation.
I am not of the disposition which surrenders easily, and my long experience as a scout had inured me to difficult ventures.

Almost invariably there are means of escape, if one is fortunate enough to discover the point of weakness and possesses sufficient time in which to work.