Down some forty feet, and then a door was unlocked, and Rupert saw his new abode.

It was of about the same size as the last, but was altogether without furniture.

In one corner, as he saw by the light of a lantern which the gaoler carried, was a stone bench on which was a bundle of straw.

The walls streamed with moisture, and in some places the water stood in shallow pools on the floor; the dungeon was some twelve feet high; eight feet from the ground was a narrow loophole, eighteen inches in height and about three inches wide.

The gaoler placed a pitcher of water and a piece of bread on the bench, and then without a word the party left.
Rupert sat quiet on the bench for an hour or two before his eyes became sufficiently accustomed to the darkness to see anything, for but the feeblest ray of light made its way through so small a loophole in a wall of such immense thickness.
"The governor was right," he muttered to himself.