Across the Spanish Main: A Tale of the Sea in the Days of Queen BessCollingwood, Harry
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Across the Spanish Main: A Tale of the Sea in the Days of Queen Bess
Collingwood, Harry
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
"There," said Harry, when they had finished, "if they do not find that
before morning, it should be hard, and then I doubt whether they will
trouble to bore it out again after it has set; but we shall see."
It was now perfectly dark in the cell, for even on the most brilliant
moonlight nights the light could not reach the cell, because of the high
walls all round the quadrangle outside, which prevented the rays from
streaming in.
Being exceedingly tired, and rather sleepy, the two friends spread their
jerkins on the block of stone forming the table, as it was far too damp
to lie on the floor, and were soon fast asleep in one another's arms.
They were awakened the next morning by the sound of the trap shutting
after the morning's supply of food had been put in; and their first
thought, before even glancing at the meal, was to see if the plug had
been disturbed. To their great joy, so far as they could tell, it had
not been touched; and, upon testing it, it proved to be perfectly hard
and quite immovable.
"It will take them a little time to get that out, even if they try to do
so," said Roger; "but I trust that they will not attempt it. If they do
not, we are at least safe from observation, if not from being overheard.
But, to be on the safe side, I think it would be wisdom on our part to
converse only in whispers."
"I quite agree with you there," replied Harry; "one never knows who may
be listening. And now let us turn our attention to breakfast, and see
whether we have anything different this morning from that miserable and
tasteless meal porridge and black bread."
They examined the food and found that, this time, instead of the
porridge, a bunch of bananas had been provided; but, for the rest, the
black bread and water were there as before, and nothing beside.
However, they ate heartily of what they found, and finished it all,
feeling much refreshed after it. But ever hanging over them was the
black cloud, which they could not forget; the remembrance of the
tortures through which they had already passed, and the anticipation of
others to follow.
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