Paul surmised that it had been built as a tool house or store house, but at present it was empty save for himself and his comrade, Long Jim.
The only light came from two little windows made merely by cutting out a section of log and quite too small to admit a human body.

They tried the door but it was so strong that they could not shake it.

Then Long Jim lay calmly down on the floor.
"Paul," he said, "I don't believe I wuz ever fastened up in sech a little place ez this afore.

Ef I stretch out my legs my feet will hit the wall over thar, an' the place is so close an' hot I don't breathe good." "We'll have to stand it for a while," said Paul philosophically.
"That's so," said Long Jim, "I don't s'pose they mean to murder us ez we're not at real war with the Spaniards, so I wonder what they mean to do." Paul shook his head.

But he understood better than Long Jim the dangers of their situation.