As the prisoner sat listening to the bang of the trap-door and the rattling of the bolts, he could hardly contain himself.

But knowing the danger of the boy coming back and finding him gone, he forced himself to stay where he was; and to pass away the time he opened the basket Ram had now left in place of the other, and forced himself to eat.
But he could hardly swallow the food, which seemed tasteless in the extreme, and he was about to give up and hasten back to his work when his heart leaped, for there was the distant sound of the bolts being drawn, and a minute or two later the soft yellow light came slowly towards him and stopped.
"Just remembered," said its bearer.

"Got half way home first, though.
Mother said I was to be sure and take back that basket.

Put the stuff out on the sail.

Hullo, what you been doing to your hands ?" Archy started guiltily, and looked at them in the light to see that they were covered with blood, from injuries that he had made unconsciously in toiling with his knife against the stones.
"Tumbled down ?" continued Ram without waiting for an answer.