at the Statue of
Liberty in the harbor."

"I'm hungry, too," said Frank Shaw.

"I knew it," observed Jimmie. "Come on. Let's go out and eat."

"Wait," said Frank, "there's something doing here. Fremont's got to
get out of this room right away and I'll go with him. There is a
window we can climb out of. When we get out I'll plant Fremont
somewhere and circle back here with some provisions for you.
Understand?"

"Me for the hike out of the window, too," said Jimmie. "I see myself
waitin' here for you to come back with grub after you get your share.
You'll come back--not."

"Sure I'll come back," replied Frank. "Besides, some one's got to stay
here. You for the bed, Jimmie," he added, with a sudden smile on his
face, brought out, doubtless, by the arrival of a brilliant idea, "you
for the bed, and if the cops come here you're the boy that has the
room--see? And there ain't no other boy that you know of. That will
keep them guessing. They'll think they've been following the wrong
kid, and we'll all get across the Rio Grande before they wake up. You
for the bed, Jimmie."

But Jimmie held back, saying that he did not feel in need of a bed, but
did feel in need of a square meal. But the boys, laughing at the wry
faces and savage speeches he made, helped him off with his clothes,
turned out the lights, and dropped out of the window into an alley
which ran, one story below, at the rear of the hotel.

They were none too soon in concluding their arrangements, for as they
lit on the ground below a heavy knock came on the door of the room they
had just left. As they slipped off in the darkness they heard Jimmie
doing a pretty good imitation of a snore.

"Say," Fremont said, as they drew up on a street corner after a short
run, "they'll arrest Jimmie. If the cops ask the waiters, they'll soon
know that there were others in that room, and they'll arrest him for
obstructing an officer. I wish we had brought him with us. Poor
Jimmie!"

"He'll get out of it in some way," laughed Frank. "They won't hold him
long if they do pinch him. Anyway, we want him around there to meet
Nestor when he comes back. He'll tell some cock-and-bull story that
will put him to the good with the cops."

But Fremont was not so sure of the resourcefulness of Jimmie, and
worried over the matter not a little as they walked the streets,
quieting down now, for the soldiers had been called back to camp and
the citizens of the town wer