All but Myrtle and Dan'l followed her.
Below the window was a jungle of cactus, with hundreds of spines as slender and sharp as stilettos sticking in every direction.
"H-m; this room is burglar proof," muttered Uncle John, with marked disappointment.
"It also makes an excellent prison," added Patsy.

"But I suspected something of this sort when I saw they had left the window open.

We can't figure on getting out that way, you see." "Id vould be suiciding," Dan'l said, mournfully shaking his head.

"If dese fiends were as goot as dey are clefer, dey vould be angels." "No argument seems to prevail with them," remarked Beth.

"They are lawless and merciless, and in this far-away country believe they may do as they please." "They're as bad as the bandits of Taormina," observed Patsy, smiling at the recollection of an adventure they had abroad; "but we must find some way to evade them." Dan'l had gone over to Myrtle's corner and stood staring at her with his one shrewd eye.