Midday
Morning glanced through the narrow loophole of his gloomy cell . Nothing else -- nought to eat , to drink -- no word of consolation -- no kind look from his ruffian gaolers . No friend to make inquiry about him -- no sign that a single heart on earth cared for him . Midday arrived . He was taken , or rather dragged , from his prison . Troops formed around , and carried him off . Where was he going ?