CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
GOING ABROAD FOR BREAKFAST.
The exertions which they had made in carrying and erecting the ladders had so wearied them, that, despite their empty stomachs, all three were able to sleep.

Their slumber, however, was neither profound nor prolonged; and one and another of them awoke at intervals during the night and lay awake, reflecting upon the miserable fate that had befallen them, and the poor prospects now before them.
They were even without the ordinary consolation of knowing that they might find something to eat in the morning.

Before they could have any breakfast, they knew they would first have to find it in the forest.
They would have to search, find, and kill, before they could eat.
But they had reason now not only to be in doubt about procuring their breakfast, but their dinner and supper--in short, their whole future subsistence.

Circumstances had become changed.

The larder, hitherto amply provided by Caspar's hunting skill, was now quite empty; and although he could soon have replenished it had their ammunition not been destroyed, it was now quite a different thing.