The other man had his back towards the dungeon, and Barnaby could only see his form.

To judge from that, he was a gallant, manly, handsome fellow, but he had lost his left arm.

It had been taken off between the elbow and the shoulder, and his empty coat-sleeve hung across his breast.
It was probably this circumstance which gave him an interest beyond any that his companion could boast of, and attracted Barnaby's attention.
There was something soldierly in his bearing, and he wore a jaunty cap and jacket.

Perhaps he had been in the service at one time or other.
If he had, it could not have been very long ago, for he was but a young fellow now.
'Well, well,' he said thoughtfully; 'let the fault be where it may, it makes a man sorrowful to come back to old England, and see her in this condition.' 'I suppose the pigs will join 'em next,' said the serjeant, with an imprecation on the rioters, 'now that the birds have set 'em the example.' 'The birds!' repeated Tom Green.
'Ah--birds,' said the serjeant testily; 'that's English, an't it ?' 'I don't know what you mean.' 'Go to the guard-house, and see.

You'll find a bird there, that's got their cry as pat as any of 'em, and bawls "No Popery," like a man--or like a devil, as he says he is.