Jack

An exciting book of adventure.

Jack awoke with a start. There was a hand over his mouth and someone was shaking him awake, but he did not struggle. His mind pondered who would wake him up in such a manner as he sat up and came face-to-face with a young man, not much older than himself.

Tattered rags provided little warmth for the man's bruised body, and he was clearly a slave. Though why a slave would wake another on a bitter night like this Jack could not apprehend.

"I have a name but you need not know it," the man whispered into Jack's ear, "you have spirit, do you wish to help overthrow the yoke of our slavery? If not you are an enemy."

Apart from the small chance of success, and sure chance of pain... Why not? Jack asked himself. He whispered s quietly as he could, hope the man could hear him. He had said "I am not an enemy, I will help."

"Good." The man's tired and almost harsh voice whispered in Jack's ear. "We never met."
Then the man slipped out into the night as quietly as he had come and Jack stared at the shabby ceiling, the visitor's words repeated themselves in Jack's head and he had little sleep that night.