CHAPTER VIII.
PERBOEWATAN BECOMES MODERATELY VIOLENT.
The cave was enshrouded in almost total darkness when they entered it, but this was quickly dispelled, to Nigel's no little surprise, by the rays of a magnificent oil lamp, which Moses lighted and placed on the table in the larger cave.

A smaller one of the same kind already illuminated the kitchen.
Not much conversation was indulged in during the progress of the supper that was soon spread upon the rude table.

The three men, being uncommonly hungry and powerfully robust, found in food a sufficient occupation for their mouths for some time.
After supper they became a little, but not much, more sociable, for, although Nigel's active mind would gladly have found vent in conversation, he experienced some difficulty in making headway against the discouragement of Van der Kemp's very quiet disposition, and the cavernous yawns with which Moses displayed at once his desire for slumber and his magnificent dental arrangements.
"We always retire early to rest after a day of this sort," said the hermit at last, turning to his guest.

"Do you feel disposed for bed ?" "Indeed I do," said Nigel, with a half-suppressed yawn, that was irresistibly dragged out of him by the sight of another earthquake on the negro's face.
"Come, then, I will show you your berth; we have no bedrooms here," said the hermit, with a sort of deprecatory smile, as he led the way to the darker end of the cavern, where he pointed to a little recess in which there was a pile of something that smelt fresh and looked like heather, spread on which there was a single blanket.
"Sailors are said to be indifferent to sheets.

You won't miss them, I daresay ?" "Not in the least," returned Nigel, with a laugh.