"Well, you'll change it soon," cried Leith. "I'll leave you down there
for another day or two, and then I'll get you up to do some stunts. Mind
you, I mean a proper marriage with Miss Edith, Professor! _The Waif_
will run us up to the German missionary station while you take charge
here for your affectionate son-in-law."
I opened my mouth to fling an answer at the taunting scoundrel, but
Holman surmised my intention and begged me to hold my tongue.
"They'll get no food if you cry out!" he whispered. "Don't speak to him,
man!"
The Professor made no answer to the offensive remark, and after a few
minutes' silence Leith drew back, and Soma started to lower a bundle of
food into the dark prison.
"That rope might prove useful," whispered Holman. "Feel around and see
if you can get hold of it before he pulls it up."
The light of the torch which Leith held only illuminated about six feet
of the rope as the native passed it into the prison, so Holman and I,
standing directly under the opening, felt around in the darkness as the
bundle of food came toward the ground.
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