He kicked the heavy cement walls, but they were not conductors of sound and no answer came.
He grew tired after a while, but the physical exertion had done him good.

The languid blood flowed in a better tide in his veins and his mind became more keen.

There must be some way out of this.

Youth could not give up hope.

It was incredible, impossible that he should remain always here, shut off from that wonderful free world outside.