were once confined there, for a month, before permission was received
from the governor to hang the Spaniards."

"Did you hear that?" murmured Jack, interestedly. "A real, old dungeon,
with an interesting history."

"Such a history merely afflicts me with a shudder," replied Mlle.
Nadiboff, shrugging her shoulders.

"By Jove, I believe I'd like to have just a glimpse of that old dungeon,
Mademoiselle, if I am not tiring you or wasting your time."

"You will have to go alone, then," replied the young woman. "I will
wait, my Captain."

"I will remain with Mlle. Nadiboff," volunteered Hal.

So Jack Benson, after raising his cap, stepped off rapidly toward the
southern end of the old ruin.

With much difficulty he found the entrance to the stairway leading below.
At the head of the stairs two youngish men were standing. The face of
one of them looked familiar.

"How do you do, Captain?" nodded that one. "You don't recall me, I
guess. I saw you, yesterday, only for a moment at the rail of the
gunboat. My name is Hennessy, one of the newspaper men who visited
your wonderful craft yesterday."

"I am glad to meet you again," Jack replied, "and sorry that we couldn't