Back in his own cell again he lay down to sleep, for he had denied
himself sleep a great deal of late that he might prosecute the work upon
which he had been engaged. When he awoke the snakes were with him again
and his friend was tapping gently on his chest, and once again he took
up the dull monotony of his existence, altered only by regular
excursions into his new found domain, the black interior of which he
came to know as well as he did his own cell, so that he walked briskly
from the hole he had made to the wooden column at the far end of the
tunnel, passed around it and walked back again at a brisk gait and with
as much assurance as though he could see plainly, for he had counted the
paces from one end to the other so many times that he knew to an instant
when he had covered the distance from one extremity to the other.
He ate; he slept; he exercised; he played with his slimy, reptilian
companion; and he paced the narrow tunnel of his discovery. And often
when he passed around the wooden column at its far end, he speculated
upon the real purpose of it.
Once he went to sleep in his own cell thinking about it, and when he
awoke to the gentle tapping of the snake’s snout upon his breast he sat
up so suddenly that the reptile fell hissing to the flagging, for clear
and sharp upon the threshold of his awakening mind stood an idea—a
wonderful idea—why had he not thought of it before?
Excitedly he hastened to the opening leading into the tunnel. Snakes
were passing through it, but he fought for precedence with the reptilian
horde and tumbled through head first upon a bed of hissing snakes.
Scrambling to his feet he almost ran the length of the corridor until
his outstretched hands came in contact with the rough bole of the tree.
There he stood quite some time, trembling like a leaf, and then,
encircling the column with his arms and legs, he started to climb slowly
and deliberately aloft. This was the idea that had seized him in its
compelling grip upon his awakening.
Upward through the darkness he went, and pausing now and then to grope
about with his hands, he found that the tree trunk ran up the center of
a narrow, circular shaft.
He climbed slowly upward and at a distance of about thirty feet above
the floor of the tunnel, his head struck stone. Feeling upward with one
hand he discovered that the tree was set in mortar in the ceiling above
him.
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