recover entirely in a day or even a week. He would test his
strength often and at night Obed White would test it, too, but always he
was lacking in some particular. Then Obed would shake his head wisely
and say: "Wait."

One night they heard the sea more loudly than ever before. It rolled
heavily, just over their heads.

"There must be a great storm on the gulf," said Obed White. "I've lost
count of time, but perhaps the period of gales is at hand. If so, I'm
not sorry, it'll hide our flight across the water. You'll remember, Ned,
that we're a half mile from the mainland."

Fully two weeks passed before they decided that Ned was restored to his
old self. Meanwhile they had matured their plan.

"We came in as Texans," said Obed, "but we must go out as Mexicans.
There is no other way. It's all simple in the saying, but we've got to
be mighty quick in the doing. We must make the change right here in this
cell of yours, because, you having been an invalid so long, they're
likely to be careless about you."

Ned agreed with him fully, and they began to train their bodies and
minds for a supreme effort. They were now able to tell the difference
between night and day by the temperature. The air that came through the
holes in the ceiling was a little cooler by night, enough for senses
trained to preternatural acuteness by long imprisonment to tell it. The
guard always came about eight o'clock with Ned's supper and they chose
that time for the attempt.

Obed White entered Ned's cell about six o'clock. The boy could scarcely
restrain himself and the man's blue eyes were snapping with excitement.
But Obed patted Ned on the shoulder.

"We must both keep cool," he said. "The more haste the less likely the
deed. The first man comes in with the tray carrying your food. I stand
here by the door and he passes by without seeing me. I seize the second,
drag him in and slam the door. Then the victory is to the firm of White
& Fulton, if it prove to be the stronger. But we'll have surprise in our
favor."

They waited patiently. Ned lay upon his pallet. Obed flattened himself
against the wall beside the door. Their plan fully arranged, neither now
spoke. Overhead they heard the slow roll of the sea, lashed by the waves
sweeping in from the gulf. But inside the cell the silence was absolute.

Ned lay in an attitude apparently relaxed. His face was still white. It
could not acquire color in that close cell, but he had never felt
stro