"You mustn't tell anybody that you are going to carry a message for me," said Grit, thinking the caution might be necessary.
"Oh, no, I darsn't," said Daniel quickly, and Grit was satisfied.
Our hero felt much more comfortable after he was left alone, partly in consequence of the plain supper he had eaten, partly because he thought he saw his way out of the trap into which he had been inveigled.
"To-morrow I hope to be free," he said to himself, as he lay down on the floor and sought the refreshment of sleep.
Fortunately for him, he was feeling pretty well fatigued, and though it was but eight o'clock, he soon lost consciousness of all that was disagreeable in his situation under the benignant influence of sleep.
When Grit awoke, he had no idea what time it was, for there was no way for light to enter the dark chamber.
"I hope it is almost breakfast-time," thought our hero, for he already felt the stirrings of appetite, and besides, all his hope centered in Daniel, whom he was then to see.
After awhile he heard the welcome sound of the bolt drawn back. Then a sudden fear assailed him. It might be some one else, not Daniel, who would bring his breakfast. If so, all his hopes would be dashed to the ground, and he could fix no limit to his captivity. But his fears were dissipated when he saw the long, lank youth, with the same basket which he had brought the night before.
"Good morning, Daniel," said Grit joyfully. "I am glad to see you."
"You're hungry, I reckon," said the youth practically.