Only the drip of water came to their ears.

Gently Neil drew his companion back into the cell.
"There's a chance--one chance in ten thousand!" he whispered.

"At the end of this corridor there is a door--the jailer's door.

If that's not locked, we can make a run for it! I'd rather die fighting--than here!" He slipped out again, pressing Nathaniel back.
"Wait for me!" Nathaniel heard him stealing slowly through the blackness.

A minute later he returned.
"Locked!" he exclaimed.
In the opposite direction a ray of light caught Nathaniel's eye.
"Where does that light come from ?" he asked.
"Through a hole about as big as your two hands.