ung operator. "Then I'd better be getting back."

"I fancy we all had," spoke Ruth. "It must be near lunch time. Come
along, Alice."

Russ, back at the hotel, found that the manager had decided to make as
the first film one showing some of his players at Fort Marion, and he
wanted Russ to go out there with him and plan the scenario, which would
be undertaken in a day or two.

The time quickly passed, for it was so lovely in St. Augustine, and
there were so many things to see, that night seemed to follow quickly on
the heels of morning.

Arrangements having been made, the company one morning went to the old
fort and there Russ filmed many scenes. The play was to be called "The
Spanish Prisoner," the background of the old fort being most effective.

The players were filmed, going through their various parts on what was
once the drawbridge in front of the portcullis, near the old watchtower
on the stairway that was originally an inclined way, by which artillery
was hauled up to the _terre plein_.

Ruth and Alice were in many of the scenes, but there came a rest for
Alice who, always interested in matters of antiquity, wandered about the
old fort by herself, Ruth and Mr. DeVere being engaged.

The girl finally made her way to what had been the old guard room and
dungeon. In the guard room was a table and some chairs, for the fort is
in charge of a detachment from the United States Army, and accommodations
are provided for visitors.

Alice sat down in one of the chairs, and looked at the big open
fire-place at one end of the guard rooms. She recalled some of its
history that Paul had read to her that morning.

The dungeon was accidently discovered in 1835 and two iron cages,
containing the skeletons of a man and woman, were found fastened to the
wall.

"Poor creatures! What a horror it must have been!" thought Alice, as she
looked toward the narrow opening to the black dungeon.

"Ugh! It's getting on my nerves, staying here!" she exclaimed, for she
was all alone. "I'm going!"

As she rose she heard a noise near the doorway by which she had entered.
Turning quickly, expecting to see one of the company, she was horrified
to see by the light which entered through a barred window, an aged
colored man facing her. He did not approach, but bowing before her
exclaimed in quavering tones:

"Den I find yo', my Missie! Old Jake look eberywhere fo' you,' but he
find yo'! I knowed I'd find yo' some day, an' now I has, but