They contrived to make him up a very snug hiding-place behind some barrels of sugar and salt pork.
And here they brought him food turn and turn about.
And so he chuckled to himself by day and night at the way in which he had defeated his enemies, and escaped from Greek justice.
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For three days and three nights he lay snug and quiet.
This was the most prudent course.
But long before the third night was over, Hunston had grown weary and heartsick of this close confinement.
He had a sharp attack of the blues.
He got drink from the sailors and drank heavily to kill dull care, and this defeated its own end.
He fell off into a heavy sleep and dreamt all sorts of terrible things.