Each of us has a patent, duplex, double-back-action flying-machine in his pocket." Archie was going on to explain to the Ranchero the principles on which his imaginary flying-machine operated, when the call to supper interrupted him.
During the meal, the robbers were quite as polite as they had been at dinner.

They gobbled up every thing within their reach, devouring it greedily, as though they feared that somebody might get more than his share, and the boys, having learned by experience, that, when one sojourns among Romans, it is a good plan to do as Romans do, snatched what they liked best, and ran back to their blankets.
"Look at Benedict," said Johnny, speaking as plainly as a mouthful of cracker would permit.

"He's hot about something." Arthur was sitting on the ground beside the robber chief, to whom he was talking earnestly, and even angrily, judging by the frantic manner in which he flourished his arms about his head, and struck with his fists at the empty air.

Pierre was listening attentively, and so were all the other members of the band, who appeared to be deeply interested in what he was saying.

Arthur had told the chief that his secret was discovered, and Pierre had urged him to use every exertion to allay the suspicions of the boys.
"You don't know them as well as I do," said the Ranchero; "and, if you will take my advice, you will try to make friends with them again." "That's something I'll never do," said Arthur, decidedly.