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58 BLACKEYES. CHAPTER ‘VWIiIt. AN INHUMAN HUMAN. LIEUTENANT BENT ‘was very disagreeably surprised at dis- covering that he had been again locked up ‘by the wily Padre Abrojo. “This is what I call a successfiil swindle, and a very mean one,” he said, as he tried the door, and found it impossible to open it. “Confound that rascally priest’! I wish I was with him alone again, for just three minutes; I would choke him into honesty, or would choke him out of thie-world: Bill Ward was right, as"he alwaysis. These sneaking Mexicans mean us harm. They have made us prisoners by lying to us, and now it is impossible to guess what they will do with us. We will be lucky indeed if we escape with our lives. I verily — believe that they mean to rise against our army, and that we are to be among the first victims of the insurrection. They have separated us for some vile purposes of their own, and I hope they are satisfied. Luke Royston was enticed away by a pretty girl, and Iwas carried off by’ that scoundrel of a priest, and here I am, completely trapped and shut up with- in stone walls. If I had my liberty now, with Bill Ward ‘by my side, and good horses under us, and our rifles in our hands, we would make some of these lying Mexicans suffer for their treachery. But it is useless to fret about it, and I had better make up my mind to the worst.” The young officer examined his dungeon, by the aid of the lamp that had been left with him, and found it to be a small oblong room, about twelve feet by eight, with a high ceiling. The walls and roof were of heavy stone, that had probably stood for centuries, and that effectually quenched all hopes of escape. The door was of wood, but was very thick and stout, and he knew that it was secured by a bolt on the outside, as well as by a strong lock. Escape being out of the question, he looked around to see what arrangements had been made for his comfort, and he COmIcbookxs.com