“Take ’em away then. Bread and water’s the proper thing for prisoners.”
“Oh, I say, you wouldn’t get fat on that.”
“Will you let me out?”
“No.”
“Then I warn you fairly. One of these days, or nights, or whatever they are, I’ll lie wait for you, and break your head with a stone, and then get away.”
Ram laughed.
“What?” cried the prisoner fiercely.
“I was only larfin’.”
“What at?”
“You. Think I don’t know better than that? You wouldn’t be such a coward.”