However, he could do little against his four adversaries, and, worn out with the struggle, collapsed suddenly on to the dusty floor with a motion of despair.
"Lost! lost!" he muttered.

"All lost!" Breathing hard, Link slipped back the cover of the dark lantern and turned the light on to the face of the prisoner.

Out of the darkness started a pale face with white hair and long white beard.

Lucian uttered a cry.
"Mr.Vrain!" he said, shrinking back, "Mr.Vrain!" "Look again," said Link, passing his hand rapidly over the face and head of the prostrate man.

Denzil did look, and uttered a second cry more startling than the first.