If you had but been as quiet as a log, as you call yourself, I should have saved some excoriations on my hands and knees."
"You are a soldier," replied his fellow-prisoner; "do you complain on account of a fall for which a boy would not bemoan himself?"
"A soldier?" said the Captain; "and how do you know, in this cursed dark cavern, that I am a soldier?"
"I heard your armour clash as you fell," replied the prisoner, "and now I see it glimmer. When you have remained as long as I in this darkness, your eyes will distinguish the smallest eft that crawls on the floor."
"I had rather the devil picked them out!" said Dalgetty; "if this be the case, I shall wish for a short turn of the rope, a soldier's prayer, and a leap from a ladder. But what sort of provant have you got here—what food, I mean, brother in affliction?"
"Bread and water once a day," replied the voice.
"Pri'thee, friend, let me taste your loaf,"
