ht. "No rope here."
"What'll we tie 'em with?" inquired Lopez.
"Don't know, Boss," replied the darky. "Dey don't need tyin'."
"Oh no, they don't," Lopez replied sarcastically. "They didn't need it
up in the woods, neither. That's why they burned my cabin down. Now I
haint got no home no more'n a rabbit."
"Haint got no rope, Boss," dolefully declared Doright.
"Here, take this gun while I cut up their snake skin," cried Lopez,
turning over to the negro his rifle.
He proceeded to remove from an inner pocket of his jacket the skin of
the snake that had so nearly ended the life of Harry. Cutting this into
strips he quickly bound the boys' arms and made them sit down on a
bench. Next he prepared to leave the room, taking Doright also.
"If you are good boys and don't try to burn this place," he said from
the doorway, "I'll bring you something to eat by and by."
After he had closed the door the boys sat talking over the events of the
day. They were agreed that the day had been a most strenuous one and
that a little sleep would be welcomed. As they prepared to lie on the
floor for what rest they might get, Harry gave vent to a chuckle of
laughter. Arnold was all attention.
"What is it, Harry?" he queried. "What's the joke?"
"If that man only knew what he had been missing, he wouldn't have gone
away so cheerfully," replied Harry with another chuckle.
"I don't seem to get you," declared Arnold. "I think you might tell--"
He paused. "What was that noise?" he asked.
"I didn't hear any noise," replied Harry sitting up.
Through the wall came the plaintive cry, "Bob, Bob White."
CHAPTER XVII
WHAT BURNED IN THE CABIN
"Why, that's blasting gelatine," Jack declared. "One stick is enough to
blow the Fortuna to pieces. Here are one, two, three, four, five,
six--six sticks of high powered explosive lying right next to our
engines. Where would the good ship have been if that stuff had let go? I
tell you, fellows, this looks serious."
"Serious is no name for it," declared Tom. "I'm scared."
"Wonder where he got it?" mused Frank. "It's dangerous stuff for common
folks to have. They don't sell it at the stores."
"No doubt he stole it from someone who is using it for stumping, or some
such work as that. He couldn't buy it," said Tom.
"But look at this fuse," Jack cried. "It looks as if it had been
lighted. Sure as you're a foot high it has been lighted."
"Why didn't the stuff go off then?"
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