His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned.
And here he was first visited by that genius which, in his subsequent career, prompted him to so many bold and successful attempts.

Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it.

The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,--the walls too thick: but the ceiling,--if he could reach it--there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet.

While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork.

Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design.