Committing him to the custody of the others, Blueskin, followed by a numerous band, darted in that direction.

The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open.

Several of the assailants carried links, so that the room was a blaze of light.

Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen.
Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched the secret spring.

He was not there.