[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER XXXI 8/15
Baste me, friend Benteen, but I can move neither forward nor back in this accursed place; I am full aground in the centre, and can never hope to progress without aid." I reached down until I laid firm hold upon his groping fingers. "Find some projection to push against with your feet," I advised disgustedly. "Fervently will I endeavor to dig in, and thus render all assistance in my power, yet I feel little to encourage me here in good works.
Would it not be wise to test the potency of prayer? Verily the prayer of the righteous availeth much." "I try earthly power first," I returned testily.
"So lay to it, and we will have you out." I braced my knees against the firm wall, exerting all the strength I possessed.
There followed a series of moans and heated expostulations, then the sound of rending cloth, and the disgruntled Puritan came forth with a suddenness of exit which landed us both in a heap on the floor. "May all the spawn of hell be your playmates," he roared in mad anger. "By the bones of Moses! you have scraped every bit of skin off me, and half my coat is ripped loose and left behind.
Thou art an ungodly, blaspheming--" He gasped wildly for breath as I throttled him, but the grip of my hands stilled his speech. "It was only that you gorged like a bear preparing for Winter, or you would have passed through even as I did," I muttered, heedless of his effort to release my clutch.
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