He had nothing to fear from any alarm by her, and he looked ahead for some especially dark nook in which he could devour the precious food.

He saw none, but he caught a glimpse beyond of foliage, and he recalled enough of the city of Mexico to know what it was.

It was the Zocalo or garden of the cathedral, the Holy Metropolitan Church of Mexico.

Above the foliage he could see the dark walls, and above them he saw the dome, as he had seen it from the window of his prison.

Over the dome itself rose a beautiful lantern, in which a light was now burning.
Ned entered the garden which contained many trees, and sat down in the thickest group of them.