"What shall I do?
What shall I do ?" "Help--pray help!" came from below; and Grip joined in.
"Yes, I will help you," cried Celia, placing her face close down to the stones.
"What!" came up.

"I know you--the young--yes, Miss Graeme." "Yes," she cried hastily.
"Pray help me." "I want to," she said; "but--but you will go and--and tell--about what you have seen." There was a pause, and then came faintly the words,-- "I--don't--want to; but--I must." "But I cannot--I cannot help you if you are going to fetch the sailors here, perhaps to seize--Oh, what shall I do ?" There was a pause before the prisoner spoke again.
"Look here," he said; "I don't want to tell about your father being mixed up with the smugglers." "You must not--you dare not!" cried Celia.
There was another pause, and then the prisoner's voice came again reproachfully.
"You ought to know it's my duty, and that I was sent ashore to find this out .-- I say." "Yes." "Did you know I was shut up like this by those beasts ?" "Oh, no, no, no!" "Your father did.

He had me sent here, so that he should not get into trouble." "Indeed no! He would not do so wicked a thing." "But he is a smuggler." "It is not true!" cried Celia passionately; "and if you dare to say such things of my dear, good, suffering father, I'll go away and never help you." "I can't help saying it," said Archy sturdily.

"I'd give anything to get out of this dreadful dark place; but I must speak." "Not of him." "I don't want to speak of him," said Archy, "but what can I do?
I must tell about all those smuggled things there in the cellar that night when you found me in that room--out of uniform." "Ah!" ejaculated Celia.
"I know it's hard on you, but I've been here a prisoner ever since, and it's enough to break one's heart." The poor fellow's voice changed a little as he spoke, and he would have given way if he had seen Celia's head bowed down, and that she was crying bitterly.
"You will send for help ?" "I cannot," sobbed the girl, "unless you will promise not to tell." There was a pause again.
"I can't promise," came up huskily, in faint smothered tones.

"I say, is the door locked as well as bolted ?" "I cannot tell; it is covered with stones.