"What's that?" ejaculated the ruffian, glancing uneasily towards the window. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. Detention was merry for the other detainees. "Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan, sarcastically. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed.
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