“Will the small gentleman from Maine be kind enough to pass the plum-pudding—­I mean the one that’s got the most raisins in it?” said Johnny, who was inclined to be facetious.

“See here, fellows!” exclaimed Archie, and the earnest expression of his countenance arrested the laughing at once.  “This is no time for joking.  The rule of this boarding-house seems to be, Look out for number one.  I intend to do it; and, if you want to get any thing to eat, you had better follow my example.”

So saying, he caught up three or four sandwiches, and half a dozen cakes, and started toward the spring, where he sat down to finish his dinner.  The other boys comprehended this piece of strategy, and, in less time than it takes to tell it, the table was cleared of every thing except the dried meat.  Mr. Mercedes uttered an angry growl, and gazed after Johnny, who had snatched the last sandwich almost out of his hand, and then whipped out his knife, and turned his attention to the meat.

When the robbers had finished their dinner, Pierre held a whispered consultation with one of his men, who, after placing Frank’s letter carefully away in the crown of his sombrero, mounted his horse, and rode down the pass.  The others, with the exception of a solitary sentinel, sought their blankets, and the boys were left to themselves.

“Now,” said Johnny, in a whisper, addressing himself to Frank, “tell us what you wrote in that postscript.  You surely did not ask your uncle to send any money for you and Archie?”

“Of course not!” replied Frank.  “I, for one, am not worth twenty thousand dollars; and I would rather stay here until I am gray-headed, and live on nothing but dried meat all the while, than ask Uncle James to give twenty cents for me.”

“That’s the talk,” said Johnny, approvingly, while Archie raised himself on his elbow, and patted his cousin on the back.  Frank then repeated what he had written in the postscript, as nearly as he could recollect it, and it was heartily indorsed by all the boys, even including Arthur Vane, who said: 

“I am glad to see that you are recovering your courage, Frank.  If you had all showed a little pluck, when Pierre attacked us this morning, we should not have been in this predicament.”

“We’ll not argue that point now,” said Archie.  “Let’s talk about our plans for escape.  By the way, what sort of fellows do you suppose Pierre takes us for, if he imagines that he can frighten us into carrying tales about one another?”

“I’d like to know, too,” said Arthur, sitting up on his blanket, and looking very indignant.  “I wonder if he is foolish enough to believe that one of us would tell him, if he heard the others talking of escape!  If I thought there was one in this party mean enough to do that, I would never speak to him again.”

“Now, don’t you be alarmed,” said Johnny.  “We’ve been through too much to go back on each other.  But how shall we get away? that’s the question.”