We came down.  There we saw that our jailers were Jim Grey and Babel.  They immediately searched us, but not carefully enough to find that King had them.
     “What do to do with them” Grey demanded next.
     “There upstairs” with Kings reply.
     Grey went up to find out.  We could see no escape from Babel, but it was a relief to be in the Mayor’s office and not up in the musty hole above.
     Grey soon came down again, very wrathfully too.  Of course he hadn’t found the colors.  We now saw the futility of keeping the colors.  So King