And there for months and years, in spite of wounds, hunger, thirst, and all the tortures those cowards made me suffer, I lived, because, Rose, I had promised some one at that gate there (and he turned suddenly and pointed to it) that I would come back alive.

At last, one night, my jailer came to my cell drunk.

I seized him by the throat and throttled him till he was insensible; his keys unlocked my fetters, and locked him in the cell, and I got safely outside.

But there a sentinel saw me, and fired at me.

He missed me but ran after me, and caught me.