You see, the stone is soft, and by grinding it you soon make a groove along which you can slip the bar.

It will be mighty queer if we can't clear a road for ourselves before morning." "Well, but even if we could get out into the courtyard, where could we turn to then ?" "One thing at a time, friend.

You might as well stick at the Kennebec because you could not see how you would cross the Penobscot.

Anyway, there is more air in the yard than in here, and when the window is clear we shall soon plan out the rest." The two comrades did not dare to do any work during the day, for fear they should be surprised by the jailer, or observed from without.
No one came near them, but they ate their loaves and drank their water with the appetite of men who had often known what it was to be without even such simple food as that.

The instant that night fell they were both up upon the pegs, grinding away at the hard stone and tugging at the bars.