Shall we die fighting ?" He was groping about in the mud of the floor for some object.
"If we had a couple of stones--" "It would be madness--worse than madness!" interposed Neil, steadying himself.

"There will be a dozen rifles at that door when they open it.
We must return to the cell.

It is worth dying a harder death to hear from Marion and Winnsome.

And we will hear from them before night!" They retreated into the dungeon.

A few minutes later the door opened cautiously at the head of the corridor.