ng inflicted upon him.
He was then carried back to the cell and laid upon the floor, while
Roger was unbound and allowed to accompany him. The door was closed and
bolted, and Roger was alone with the pitiful, scarred, torn, and
bleeding wreck of his friend. He fetched water from the jug and forced
a few drops down Harry's throat, laved his brow, and bound up his seared
and bleeding wounds as best he could. Presently Harry opened his eyes,
and, seeing Roger bending over him, smiled even amid his pain.

"Do not weep, Roger, old friend," he said, noticing the tears running
down his chum's face; "they have done their utmost on me, and I shall
not last out long enough to surfer at their hands again. Nay, Roger,
dear lad, it is of no use. You cannot save me, and indeed I do not
desire to live; for of what use would life be to one in my condition?
They have torn the life so nearly from my poor body that there is but
little remaining, and that little you could not save, my dear old
friend. You did your best before they began upon me, and failed. No
man could do more. Just put your doublet under my head to keep it off
the hard stone, dear lad; and oh, Roger, do not weep so bitterly; it
tears my heart to see you. I feel but little pain now, and what still
remains will not be for long. Now, Roger, listen to me, my friend. I
shall be gone very soon; do not, I pray you, stay grieving over my body
after I am dead, for that will avail me nothing, and only involve you in
my fate. Therefore, get those tools and cut away at that grating, so
that you will be ready when that unknown friend of ours comes to assist
you to escape. Promise me, Roger. You will win home safely; I know it;
I feel that you will. And you will take care of Mary, my dear sister
Mary, will you not, Roger? See that she comes to no harm, old friend.
Remember the secret of that cryptogram, Roger, and fetch that treasure
away; my share of it is yours, my friend. I do not tell you to give it
to Mary, for I think you can guess what I mean when I say I do not think
it will be necessary. Roger," he resumed after a short silence, broken
only by the deep sobs of his sorrowing companion, "Roger, dear lad, hold
my hand, for it is getting very dark, and I cannot see. I like to feel
that you are near me, and I have no fear." His breathing now grew
rapidly weaker, until presently only a faint fluttering sigh could be
heard; then his eyes opened again, and he said: