"We must wait the course of events, Jack," he answered. "I have been
turning over every plan in my mind which affords a chance of escape. If
we were to start off now, we should certainly be caught by some of these
black gentlemen; and if brought back, we should be put under stricter
watch and ward than hitherto. Something may occur during the night, or
perhaps to-morrow. At all events, I do not intend to die without a
fight for it. Try and go to sleep now, and get some rest; you'll want
it for what you may have to go through. Go, lie down, lad; my advice is
good. Don't fear."
I followed the captain's advice, though it was difficult to go to sleep,
and still more so not to fear. I did go to sleep, however, and never
slept more soundly in my life. I was awoke by feeling a hand placed on
my shoulder. It was that of the captain.
"Jack," he whispered, "be prepared to follow me if I summon you, but not
otherwise. If we can manage to get down the rock, or to cross the
causeway without being seen, we will go; but if not, we must wait
another opportunity. I do not feel as if either of us had come to the
end of the cable yet, but how we are to get free I don't know."
Saying this the captain gently lifted up some of the leaves which formed
the side of the hut, and crept out. His words and tone gave me great
encouragement. I wished that I could have gone with him, but I knew
that I must obey him.
O how anxiously I waited his return! Minute after minute passed away,
and still he did not come back. I began to fear that some harm had
happened to him--that he might have fallen over the precipice in the
dark, or have been captured. It never for a moment occurred to me that
he would desert me. An hour or more must have passed. Still he did not
appear. I began to consider whether I could not creep out to search for
him. I could have loosened from off me the ropes which bound my arms in
an instant; but I did not want to do so unless I was prepared to run
away altogether. I have heard of people's hair turning grey in a night;
mine would, I think, have done so with anxiety had I been older.
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