After that, in order to secure their tobacco, they were often forced to pick up partly-chewed quids, found where they had been thrown away by the owners.  These the boys usually washed; sometimes, however, in their eagerness they could not wait to attend to even this amount of cleanliness, but crammed the tobacco into their mouths just as they had found it.  Even cigar stubs; in fact, everything in the form of tobacco, that had been thrown away, they eagerly gathered and used to satisfy their ravenous appetites.

With a foundation now laid for both lying and stealing and with their consciences dulled, the boys were constantly laying plans to gratify their evil desires.  Many a pocket they robbed of its contents if it happened to contain tobacco in any form.  But this was a slow process at best; even under the most favorable circumstances it yielded them but very little returns for their efforts.  But one day Will informed the boys that he had made a discovery—­that he had found out that there was a lot of plug tobacco in the big chest in his father’s room.  “Now, if we could think up some way to get into that chest when the old folks are gone away to town,” he suggested, “we could get all the chewing tobacco we would want for a long while.  I thought I would watch and see where Dad put the key, but he took it with him.  Guess he carries it with him everywhere he goes.  I wonder if we couldn’t manage in some way to break the lock.  My, but I tell you we could get a big haul!  I wonder if we hadn’t better try it some day when the old folks go to town?”

“Hooray, that’s just it!” shouted the smaller boys in the same breath.

And John asked quickly:  “When will they go to town again?  This is only Wednesday.”

“It won’t be long, I’m sure,” Will answered reassuringly.  “They’ll go either Friday or Saturday sure.  But we’ll have to get busy and think out a way to break that lock.  My, but won’t the old man be mad when he finds out about it!  We’ll have to act just as if we couldn’t see how on earth such a thing could have happened.”

“Yes; and we’ll have to hide the tobacco good, or Pa might find it,” chimed in Charley.

“Hey, Will,” John exclaimed in a hurried undertone—­for all the boys had learned to speak low when mentioning their plans—­“if we could take the hinges off from the back of the chest, we wouldn’t have to break the lock at all.”

“Why, John, that’s just it!  How in the world did you think of that scheme?” Will exclaimed, as he slapped his little cousin on the back.  “I say, my boy, you had better look out or you’ll be a man before your big cousin!  It doesn’t matter, you know, about the height, if you have the sense.”

Now, John (although so young) was quite ingenious; and he often suggested ideas that, for their shrewdness, were far beyond his years.  For such he was always praised by Will, and was encouraged to make other plans.

Being encouraged by his cousin’s praise, the child’s brain became even more active, and he said, “If we just cut a little piece from each plug, Uncle won’t be so apt to miss the tobacco.”