ly want to
make them behave themselves like men had oughter do."

"Mebbe it would be well to have a hold of some kind on 'em," said the
chief, after thinking the matter over, "'cause they're spunky fellers,
an' can't be easy scared. But, after all, I aint afraid to say that
they've come to their senses before this time. Let's go down and see
'em."

The governor once more lighted his lantern, and, after shouldering a bag
of potatoes, which he had found as he came through the field, and which
had doubtless been overlooked by the farmer, he led the way down the
cliff to the chasm, where he stopped, astonished at the scene presented
to his view. It was evident, from the appearance of things, that Atkins
and Jack Spainard were very far from being the humble, penitent fellows
the governor had hoped to find them. They had discovered the trick that
had been played upon them, and, being resolved that, if they could not
get out of the cove, the governor should not come into it, they had
fortified their side of the chasm by erecting a breastwork of bushes
across the path. A fire burned brightly behind the breastwork, and
beside it stood the two mutineers, engaged in stripping the branches
from a couple of small trees they had just cut down. They ceased their
work when they heard the chief and his men approaching, and, taking up
their positions behind the breastwork, looked across the chasm at them
as if waiting to hear what they had to say.

"Well, if there aint the cap'n an' Xury!" exclaimed Jack Spaniard, who
seemed greatly astonished to see the governor thus re-enforced. "How did
you get away?"

"Me an' Friday helped 'em, no thanks to you two cowards an' traitors,"
replied Sam, angrily. "What's the meanin' of all this yere?" he added,
surveying the war-like preparations with some uneasiness.

"It means just this, governor," replied Atkins; "we know what you are up
to, an' we aint goin' to stand no more nonsense. We're goin' to fight it
out."

"Then you haven't made up your minds to do duty, an' behave yourselves?"

"No, we haint. We've got our share of the outfit, an' we're goin' home.
We aint goin' to be servants fur nobody."

"I reckon you won't go home in a hurry. We have got you fastened up in
there, an' we can starve you to death if we feel like it."

"You'll have a nice time doin' it, seein' that all the grub is on our
side of the gully," said Jack Spaniard, with a laugh. "But you haint got
us fastened up so ti