As this caught the full interior was revealed beneath the sickly glow, a cell-like place, although of a fair size, unfurnished except for a rude bench, and one three-legged stool, the floor of stone, and the sides and roof apparently of the same solid structure.
It was gloomy, bare, horrible in its dreariness--a veritable grave.
The girl covered her face with her hands, appalled at the sight, unnerved at the thought of being left alone in such a place.

Cateras saw the movement, and laughed, gazing about carelessly.
"Some boudoir, _senorita_," he said meaningly.

"Well, we will see what can be done for you later.

Perhaps a few hours in such a hole may work a miracle.

When I come again you will be glad to see even me.