"In that there sandbag," said my mate, pointing to a bag beside the door.
I opened the bag and brought out the loaf. It felt very moist. I looked at it and saw that it was coloured dark red.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Wot?" queried Bill, kicking Pryor to waken him.
"This bread has a queer colour," I said. "See it, Pryor."
Pryor gazed at it with sleep-heavy eyes.
"It's red," he muttered.
"Its colour is red," I said.
"Red," said Bill. "Well, we're damned 'ungry any'ow. I'd eat it if it was covered with rat poison."
"How did it happen?" I asked.