"At the point of deth in Grate Wood Qwarry. No eskape. Food neerly done. A handsome reward will be given. William Arkwright Henderson Morris."
I asked him how he nue a handsome reward would be given, and he said he didn't, but that he felt it was a safe thing to say and might make all the diffrence to anybody finding the message. Then I shot off the six messages rapped round stones, and they eesily flew over the edge of the qwarry. I then shouted again and eat my first egg.
Just when it began to rain Morris had another grate idea. He said—
"Didn't you say something about a packet of cigarets some time ago?"
And I said—
"Yes, and I am glad you reminded me about them, becorse I just feal that one will do me a lot of good."
Then I pulled them out and opened the packet and took one and lit it.
"It is very restful in such an adventure as this," I told Morris.
Then he explained his idear. It is well none that when you are learning to smoak, your appetite is often spoilt for a time. Now Morris thort that if he smoaked, he would not want food, and so much valuable food might be saved, and life prolonged if necessary.
He said—