Chapter 121 THE INDIAN CIVILIAN

One morning then, a week later, Shelton found himself at the walls of

Princetown Prison.

He had seen this lugubrious stone cage before. But the magic of his morning walk across the moor, the sight of the pagan tors, the songs of the last cuckoo, had unprepared him for that dreary building. He left the street, and, entering the fosse, began a