One of them--it was Julius Spantz--brought in the food for the prisoners, setting it on the floor between them.
"It is usually the duty of our friend Julius to feed me," observed Truxton to his fellow-prisoner.

"I dare say he won't mind if you relieve him of the task." "She can feed you if she likes," growled Julius.
"Julius ?" queried the girl from the Castle, peering at the man.

"Not Julius Spantz, of the armoury ?" "The same," said Truxton.

Julius laughed awkwardly and withdrew.

"Son of our distinguished host here.