He let out an exasperated gasp as he stood up, half hunched-over.
"Oh!" he moaned. "You would think that Palatkans would want to eat healthy people!"
"I could use another ewer of that hot fowl-broth, that Munsen brought for us last night." Lloyd mentioned as if hoping that someone would hand him some through the hole in the cell door.
"My sentiments …" echoed Boyce.
Both of them simultaneously began to bend and move their arms frantically, and then their legs. They didn't miss a part of their body that ached. They had to exercise themselves or else the arthritic pains would never leave them.
Later, each of them took turns basking their chests in the rays of sunlight that penetrated into the cell and soon they were both able to breath freer, and more easily.
"I'd rather be eaten than spend another night in here!" Boyce offered the statement as something easy to think about, but it turned to annoy Lloyd's own thoughts and fears about it all; he had taught Boyce about the fact that the Palatkans cut up and ate their victims alive.
He still kept that fact to himself, needing Boyce's strength of ignorance to keep himself from going mad.
The sun was higher in the sky and they waited for someone to come and bring them food, assuming that prisoners were also allowed to eat.
Then their relief finally came.