and even if ( he did n't believe it for a second ) the spider would be too frightened to attack him again , there was still the food that would be gone in two days , still the increasing difficulties in getting to the water , still the constant altering of his clothes to be made , still the impossibility of escaping the cellar , still , worst of all , always there , constantly nagging , the dread of what was going to happen to him between saturday night and sunday morning .