"I trust you." "Good.

I am not a very desperate character, but will do the best I can.

Shall we try the passage ?" "Yes.

It is the only hope." "All right then; I'll go first, and you follow as close as possible.
There mustn't be the slightest sound made." Cavendish thrust his head cautiously through the door, the revolver gripped in his hand; Miss Donovan, struggling to keep her nerves steady, touched the coat of her companion, fearful of being alone.

The passage-way was dark, except for the little bars of light streaming out through the slits in the stone above the cell doors.