I was half asleep when I was aroused by loud voices in the corridor.
"But I do not believe him to be the man," I heard my jailer declare.
"Bah! I know there is no mistake," roared a voice which was accustomed to command.

"He's been trying to hoodwink you.

Watch the surprise in his face when he sees me, the cursed meddler and scribbler.

It would be a pleasure to witness his hanging.

Come, show him to me." "Yes; come along, my dear old warhorse," I murmured, turning my face toward the wall.