"I think that if you once begin drinking you'll get full, and five minutes afterward every loafer in the village will know we are hiding here."
"You must allow I'm a fool."
"So I do, or you'd be willing to stay twenty-four hours longer without liquor rather than run the first minute the bottle is empty."
"There would be jest as much risk to-morrow, as now, so what's the use waitin' with our tongues hangin' out when plenty can be got by takin' a short walk?"
"When shall I expect you?"
"Some time before mornin'. I'll start back within half an hour after I land."
"If you do that there'll be little harm come to us," and Bob disappeared amid the foliage while Sam rowed vigorously up the pond.
"There is no need of our trying to cook up a plan now," Jet whispered.
"Why?"
"Because it is all arranged. We must tackle Bob before Sam comes back."