Now, mind what I say.

If any of you hear the others talking of escape, and don't tell me of it, I'll pitch every one of you into that gully." Having given utterance to this threat, and emphasized it by scowling savagely at his prisoners, Pierre turned on his heel and walked away.
By this time, dinner was ready, and the boys were invited to sit down and help themselves.

The principal dish was dried meat, but there were luxuries in the shape of sandwiches, cakes, crackers, and tea and coffee, which the cook had found in the pack-saddle, and which he did not hesitate to appropriate.

The table was the ground under one of the trees, and the grass did duty both as table-cloth and dishes.
"Now, boys," said the chief, "here's a dinner fit for a king.

Pitch in, and don't stand upon ceremony." "I don't think you will find us at all bashful," said Archie, dryly, "seeing that the most of this grub belongs to us." As the robbers and their prisoners were hungry after their long ride, they fell to work in earnest.