I could not do it in my room, because they always look round to see that everything is safe before they lock me up; and it would take so long to do it noiselessly that half the night would be wasted, before I could get out.

But the magazine, where the spears are kept, communicates with my room, and I could slip in there in the daytime, when no one was looking, get behind the spears, which are piled against the wall, and work hidden by them.

No one would be likely to go into my room during the day, and if he did, he would not expect to find me there, as I am generally about the place.

In that way, I could get out enough stones to render it an easy job to finish it, after I was locked up.

A spear head is as good a thing, to help me prize them out, as one could wish for." "Very well, Father.