A moment later the water began to dribble through the upper aperture
into Jack’s cell, increasing and increasing until there was the roar
of a waterfall, and he felt the cold splashing drops spurt against him.
Beyond this there was silence. It was perhaps ten minutes after that the
lever was pulled, and the water belched forth from the lower tunnel like
a mill race broken loose, temporarily flooding the floor so that Jack
was compelled to stand on the bench.
He sunk down shivering on the stone shelf, laid his arms on the stone
pillow, and buried his face in them.
“My God, my God!” he groaned.
CHAPTER XVII --A FELLOW SCIENTIST
IN this position Jack slept off and on, or rather, dozed into a kind
of semi-stupor, from which he awoke with a start now and then, as he
thought he heard again the mingled cries of devotion and malediction.
At last he slept soundly, and awoke refreshed, but hungry. The loaf
lay beside him, and with his knife he cut a slice from it, munching the
coarse bread with more of relish than he had thought possible when he
first saw it. Then he took out another cigarette, struck a match, looked
at his watch, and lit the cigarette. It was ten minutes past two. He
wondered if a night had intervened, but thought it unlikely. He had
landed very early in the morning, and now it was afternoon. He was
fearfully thirsty, but could not bring himself to drink from that stream
of death. Once more he heard the bolts shot back.
“They are going to throw the poor wretches into the sea,” he muttered,
but the yellow gleam of a lantern showed him it was his own door that
had been unlocked.
“You are to see the Governor,” said the gaoler gruffly. “Come with me.”
Jack sprang to the floor of his cell, repressing a cry of delight.
Nothing the grim Governor could do to him would make his situation any
worse, and perhaps his persuasive powers upon that official might result
in some amelioration of his position. In any case there was the brief
respite of the interview, and he would gladly have chummed with the
devil himself to be free a few moments from this black pit.
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