Chapter 26—The Prison of Missouri
It was on the 6th of June, at the Mammoth Hotel, after the six days spent in the caves, that Lizzie Wag received the fatal news. Seven, by four and three; doubled, had sent her to the fifty-second square, Missouri.
The journey would be neither tiring nor long. The two States adjoined at the angle near Cairo. From Mammoth Caves to St. Louis was hardly two hundred miles, eight or ten hours by railway, not more. But what disappointment, what ruin!
“How unfortunate! How unfortunate!” said Jovita Foley. “Better to have been sent like Commodore Urrican to the end of Florida, or like Mr. Kymbale to the depths of Washington! At least, we should not have been knocked out of this abominable game —”
“Yes, abominable, that is the word, my poor Jovita!” replied Liz
