Reckless, and disheartened, and discouraged as he had felt, he had been wise enough to remain so silent as not to betray himself.
Up to the present moment he had not stirred. But now he shifted his position a little to a more comfortable one, and became lost in thought.
He had been disappointed before—had been cast down, but had recovered both confidence and courage. Why could he not do so now?
So he asked himself.
Patience and perseverance never yet failed to meet with a proper reward, he told himself, and presently he began to brighten up—became more hopeful.
Was there any use in longer remaining here in the old sugar-house?
Clearly not, he thought.
Then to bid it farewell.
He backed down the passage until he reached the spot where Cap had so disarranged the "stuff" as to leave only an empty box between the passage and the open floor beyond.
After listening a minute, Shadow then softly shoved back the box, without making any noise, and next crawled out of his cramped quarters.