"All except what we need for a couple of months. The boys can send us more if we conclude to leave the quiet little place we're bound for."
Then the two men had recourse to the flask, and after taking a hearty drink the one who had been called Bob proposed to go outside for a moment.
"You must be a fool to think of such a thing," Joe said angrily. "You are not done up so well but that some body would be able to recognize you. We are lucky in getting under cover without trouble, and here we stop till morning."
"It's going to be mighty dull work staying in this coop all that time."
"Not half so bad as a cell in the Tombs."
The two men relapsed into silence for a time and Jet lay watching them as he tried to devise some way out of a position which was fraught with danger. It seemed impossible that he could aid himself, bound as he was, and exceedingly improbable any one would come to his assistance.
Study as he might Jet could think of no way to extricate himself and he said mentally after racking his brain in vain:
"I don't see any way out, but there's no use in giving up hope till a fellow is obliged to."
The men alternately drank and smoked during the remainder of the afternoon, but said very little more regarding their flight.
When the steamer started Jet expected to hear them decide what was to be done with him, but in this he was mistaken.