CHAPTER VII.
TRAPPED.
Henry Stolburst was thoroughly frightened at the dangers which seemed to environ him. He had put great faith in Zulima’s affection for himself.
Now he found himself with but one friend in New York. The latter was a girl named Lizzie Nightingale, and a distant relation. She was an orphan, and in good circumstances.
On the evening of Zulima’s visit, the explorer was about to start out to call on this young lady, when a visitor was announced.
“William Barry,” he said; “why, I never heard that name before. I suppose you might as well show him up.”
This speech was addressed to the bell-boy. In due time Barry put in an appearance. Billy had discarded his striking raiment, and was then dressed in very ordinary clothing.
“Who are you?”
“The janitor at the St. Joseph f
