" * * *
"Never mind, my good fellow," said Redman; "cheer up, take it as a
good sailor would a storm, and in the morning you'll get a small
loaf of sour bread and a bucket of water for breakfast, if you go to
the pump for it. Be careful to moderate your appetite when you
breakfast according to the State's rules; for you must save enough
to last you during the day, and if you can keep "banyan day," as the
Bluenose calls it, you're just the man for this institution, and no
mistake. Come, I see you're hungry; drink another bowl of coffee,
and eat plenty of bread; then you'll be all right for another good
sleep."
"Yes, but I don't expect to be in here long. But tell me, do we get
nothing more than a loaf? didn't the jail give us this supper?" he
inquired with surprise.
"Supper, indeed!--it's against the rules for prisoners to have
coffee; that's our private fixings; but you'll get a pound of bloody
neck-bone, they call beef, in the morning. I have twice thrown mine
to the dog, but he doesn't seem to thank me for it; so I told the
cook he needn't trouble his steelyards for me again."
Redman's conversation was interrupted by a noise that seemed to be a
ring of the prison bell, and an anxious expression which Manuel gave
utterance to, indicated that he expected somebody would come to see
him.
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