FATHER BERET'S OLD BATTLE The room in which Alice was now imprisoned formed part of the upper story of a building erected by Hamilton in one of the four angles of the stockade.

It had no windows and but two oblong port-holes made to accommodate a small swivel, which stood darkly scowling near the middle of the floor.

From one of these apertures Alice could see the straggling roofs and fences of the dreary little town, while from the other a long reach of watery prairie, almost a lake, lay under view with the rolling, muddy Wabash gleaming beyond.

There seemed to be no activity of garrison or townspeople.

Few sounds broke the silence of which the cheerless prison room seemed to be the center.
Alice felt all her courage and cheerfulness leaving her.