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I'm more than hollow, after that Marathon run you gave me last night." As the cowman turned to the cupboard Alex seized the opportunity to examine the leg of the cot about which the lassoo was passed. With disappointment he discovered it to be a stout post driven into the floor. Despite the discomfort of his position Alex enjoyed the simple breakfast of biscuits and bacon.
"At twenty-two thirty, the prisoner went to bed, still wearing his shirt. He pulled the blankets up over his head. The deputy observing him thought nothing of that; many prisoners do that, on account of the light. He tossed about for a while, and then appeared to fall asleep. "When a guard went in to rouse him this morning, the cot, under the blanket, was found saturated with blood.
"Oh, brother!" answered the half-awaked child, "I was having such a beautiful dream!" "And what did you dream?" asked Napoleon. The little Louis sat upright on the edge of his cot. "I dreamed that I was a king," he replied. "A king! Well, well!" exclaimed his brother, laughing. Then he glanced around at the bare and poverty-stricken room.
It lacked freshness; was, in truth, withered and firm to the touch, but doubtless more wholesome than bread freshly baked. He was again on his humble cot in the seclusion of the Crystal Palace Hotel. Half-reclining, he ate at leisure. It being inadvisable to light matches here he ate chiefly by the touch system.
We were allowed thirty days' holiday in a year, if no one fell sick, and we took it as we could be spared. My chief and Bob the Librarian had their holiday first, and when they were gone I made a calendar, as I always did, and hung it up at the head of my cot, tearing off one day at a time till they returned.
I must be imagining things tonight," he muttered, when, after three or four illuminations, he had discovered nothing further. Tad was about to return to his cot when his attention was once more attracted to the spot. And what he saw this time thrilled him through and through. A man was cautiously leading two of the ponies from camp, just back of Professor Zepplin's tent.
Dick's profile on a bit of paper or teaching him how to manicure his nails, but that night she was lying on the cot and she didn't look up. "Sleeping?" I asked in a whisper. "Grumping!" Mr. Dick answered. He went over and stood looking down at her with his hands in his pockets and his hair ruffled as if he'd been running his fingers through it. She never moved a shoulder. "Dorothy," he said.
I urged them to join the rest of the party under the "tarp," but they were firm, as they weren't minding the hardness of the cot, and they don't care especially about ventilation. I greeted the dawn with heartfelt thanksgiving, and yet I'm as keen about my vacation idea as ever.
He saw her then as a stranger; he stared bleakly at this plump and fussy woman with the broad bare arms, and wondered how she had ever come here. In his chilly cot, turning from aching side to side, he pondered of Tanis. "He'd been a fool to lose her. He had to have somebody he could really talk to. He'd oh, he'd BUST if he went on stewing about things by himself.
At the appointed hour Taylor gave the signal, each of us arranged his cot with the seat in his cell so as to represent a sleeping prisoner, and, easily breaking the thin layer of cement, descended to the chamber, passed through the tunnel, breaking through the thin stratum of earth at the end.
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