I'm going now." No notice was taken of the remark.
"Like another blanket ?" No answer.
"I'm going to leave the basket and the puffs and cheese.

Anything else I can get you ?" Archy was moved by the lad's friendly advances, but he felt as if he would rather die than show it, and he turned impatiently away from the light shed by the lanthorn.
"I'll bring you some apples next time I come, and p'r'aps then you'll have a game at cards." There was no reply, so Ram slowly shut the door of the lanthorn, turning the bright light to a soft yellowish glow, and rising to his knees.
"Do let me stop and have a game." "Let me stop and talk to you, then." There was no reply to either proposal, and just then there came a hoarse-- "Ram ahoy!" "A-hoy!" cried the lad.

"I must go now.

That's Jemmy Dadd shouting for me." Archy made no reply, and the boy rose, set down the basket beside where he had been kneeling, and stood gazing down at the prisoner.
"Like some 'bacco to chew ?" he said.

Then, as there was no answer, he went slowly away, with the prisoner watching the dull glow of the lanthorn till it disappeared behind the great pillars, there was a faint suggestion of light farther on, then darkness again, the dull echoing bang of the heavy trap-door and rattle of the thin slabs of stone which seemed to be thrown over it to act as a cover or screen, and then once again the silence and utter darkness which sat upon the prisoner like lead.
He uttered a low groan.
"Am I never to see the bright sun and the sparkling sea again ?" he said sadly.