Meanwhile, he would eat and watch at the same time, for he felt as empty
as a drum, and an empty man is not in the pinkest of condition for a
fight.
Never in his life had he tasted bread so sweet!--and the strips of
boiled bacon in between came surely from a most unusual pig--a porker of
sorts, without a doubt, and of most extraordinary attainment in the nice
balancing of lean and fat, and the induing of both with vital juices of
the utmost strength and sweetness. Truly, a most celestial pig!--and he
was very hungry.
Had he been a pagan he would most likely have offered a portion of his
slim rations as thank-offering to his gods, for they had come to him at
risk of a girl's life. As it was, he ate them very thoughtfully to the
very last crumb, and was grateful.
They had been wrapped in a piece of white linen, and then tied tightly
in oiled cloth, and were hardly damped with sea-water. The piece of
linen and the oiled cloth and the bits of cord he folded up carefully
and put inside his coat.
They spoke of Nance. If they had drowned her she would have gone with
them tied on to her head.
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