Anger, I think, would have hastened the end.

It was sudden recognition of my own superiority to the devils who knew so little mercy.

It was simple inability in the last recourse to admit myself able to be their victim.
Even my leg felt better.

I demanded food; and by the time they returned from their morning march around the township I had made my boy dress me and was sitting up.
We dated the turn of the tide of our fortunes from that hour.
Certainly from that day we began to prosper--at first gradually, but after a while in the old swift way that had made all our ventures with Monty such amazingly amusing work.
We saw the chain-gang--Kazimoto last, with a shovel over his shoulder--march away at noon to dig me a grave in the sand close to where they burned the township refuse.

Fred and Will went and watched them a while, contriving to slip a paper of snuff into Kazimoto's hand while he rested and let the pick-men labor.