The Battle and the Breeze, page 59 by Robert Michael Ballantyne
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r was shut, and the two friends stood for a few minutes in the centre of their cell, gazing in silence around the blank walls.
The appearance of their prison was undoubtedly depressing, for there was nothing whatever in it to arrest the eye, except a wooden bench in one corner, and the small grated window which was situated near the top of one of the walls.
"What d'ye think o' this?" asked Ben, after some time, sitting down on the bench.
"I think I won't be able to stand it," said Bill, flinging himself recklessly down beside his friend, and thrusting his hands deep into his trouser pockets.
"Don't take on so bad, messmate," said Ben, in a reproving tone. "Gittin' sulky with fate ain't no manner o' use. As our messmate Flinders used to say, `Be aisy, an' if ye can't be aisy, be as aisy as ye can.' There's wot I calls sound wisdom in that."
"Very true, Ben; nevertheless the sound wisdom in that won't avail to get us out o' this."
"No doubt, but it'll help us to bear this with equablenimity while we're here, an' set our minds free to think about the best way o' makin' our escape."
At this Bill made an effort to throw off the desperate humour which had taken possession of him, and he so far succeeded that he was enabled to converse earnestly with his friend.
"Wot are we to do?" asked Bill gloomily.
"To see, first of all, what lies outside o' that there port-hole," answered Ben. "Git on my shoulders, Bill, an' see if ye can reach it."
Ben stood against the wall, and his friend climbed on his shoulders, but so high was the window, that he could not reach to within a foot of it. They overcame this difficulty, however, by dragging the bench to the wall, and standing upon it.
"I see nothin'," said Bill, "but the sky an' the sea, an' the prison-yard, which appears to me to be fifty or sixty feet below us."
"That's not comfortin'," observed Ben, as he replaced the bench in its corner.
"What's your advice now?" asked