The _Good Intent_ was weighing anchor.
These noises, however, did not trouble Tristram, who was minded by this time to bear his fortune with hardihood.

Only the thought of Sophia vexed him while he ate, and he sighed once or twice with a violence that set the rats scampering.

Then it struck him that his morning prayers were unsaid, and, scrambling on his knees, he committed himself to the care of Heaven, and afterwards felt still easier at heart.

Also, being a prudent youth in some respects, he decided to reserve half of the loaf in case no more should be brought for the day; and, because his hunger was excessive, it took some time to decide on the amount to be set aside.

Indeed, he was still discussing this with himself when the _Good Intent_ shook with the roar of the royal salute.
For the moment Tristram imagined that he must be in the midst of a sea-fight at the very leat.