[...] Inkle. Scoundrel! is this a time to jest? Trudge. No, faith, sir! Hunger is too sharp to be jested with. As for me, I shall starve for want of food. Now you may meet a luckier fate: you are able to extract the square root, sir; and that's the very best provision you can find here to live upon. But I! [Noise at a distance.] Mercy on us! here they come again. Inkle. Confusion! Deserted on one side, and pressed on the other, which way shall I turn?-This cavern may prove a safe retreat to us for the present. I'll enter, cost what it will. Trudge. Oh Lord! no, don't, don't--We shall pay too dear for our lodging, depend on't. Inkle. This is no time for debating. You are at the mouth of it: lead the way, Trudge.[...].