Good rest and stout hearts, young gentlemen!" "We'll feast a bit!" cried Prescott eagerly.
"You will," Tom corrected.

"I've had my evening meal and am not hungry.

Eat before the candle burns out, and while you do so I will fix the ventilator for the night.

When you have eaten we can turn in on the bed, for we can talk there as well as when sitting in the dark." Dick fell to ravenously on the food and coffee, while Tom attended to ventilation by removing a loose brick from a chimney, half of which was in this blind attic.
"We must pay this peasant well," Dick proposed, when he had nearly finished the meal, "for I'll wager he is not rich." "I can pay him all right," declared Reade, striking a hand against his waist-line.

"In my money belt I have a stock of American gold.