Jack Easy, Peter Simple, and all those fellows used to get into worse scrapes than this, and they always managed to get out of them somehow; so why shouldn't we?
The best thing is, just to think what one of them would have done if he had been in our place.
I wish to goodness that we had Mesty prowling about somewhere; he would get us out in no time." Hawtry answered with a grunt, and devoted himself to his kid.
Presently Jack spoke again.
"Look here, Hawtry, I vote that to begin with we both pretend to be in an awful funk.

If they think that we are only two frightened boys, they won't keep as sharp a watch over us as if they thought we were determined fellows, likely to attempt our escape.

There is the sea down there in front of us, and there are sure to be villages on the coast.

Therefore we shall know which way to go if we once manage to escape, and, if we can get down there, we can either claim the protection of the head man in the village, or we can take a boat and make off to sea." When the meal was over, one of the men, who appeared to be the leader, rose and come to the boys.

Pointing to himself, he said, "Pedro," to another "Sancho," to a third "Garcia." "He wants to know our names," Jack said, and pointing to his companion, he said, "Hawtry," and to himself "Archer." The Spaniard nodded and resumed his seat, when an animated conversation took place.