Mr. Eden. “Have you been often punished?”
Prisoner. “Yes, your reverence! Why you know I have; now didn't you save my life when they were starving me to death two months ago?”
Mr. Lacy. “How did he save your life?”
Prisoner. “Made 'em put me on the sick list, and put something into my poor belly.”
Mr. Lacy. “What state was the man in, Mr. Eden?”
Mr. Eden. “He was like a skeleton, and so weak that he could only speak two or three words at a time, and then had to stop a long while and recover strength to say two or three more. I did not think a human creature could be so near death and not die.”
Mr. Lacy. “And did you know the cause?”
Mr. Eden. “Frankly, I did not. I had not at that time fathomed all the horrors of this place.”
Mr. Lacy. “Did you tell the chaplain at the time you were starving?”
Prisoner. “No!”