old sailor. "If you do, you'll break your neck, sure as guns is guns."
"Well, we've got to do something, Leroy."
"So we have; an' I move we sit down an' eat a bite o' the stew. Maybe eatin' will put some new ideas into our heads."
"I'd rather wait until we gain the open air."
"But we can't make it—yet—so be content, lad. It's something to know thet the blue sky is beyond."
They sat down, and soon finished one-half of what remained of the mess in the kettle. Never had anything tasted sweeter, and it was only by the exercise of the greatest self-control that they kept back a portion of the food.
"Perhaps we'll have to go back, remember that," said Leroy, as he put the cover on the kettle once more.
"Go back? No, no, Leroy! I'll try jumping over first."
"I don't think I shall. Thet hole— What's that?"
A sound had reached the old sailor's ears, coming from some distance ahead. It was the sound of footsteps approaching.
"Somebody is coming!" whispered Larry, and
