"Then, in the demon's name, how are we going to get out?"
"Give it op," returned Jake, indifferently.
Barney regarded his companion with a look of surprise.
"Thunder!" he exclaimed, "do you let the loss of a little money affect you in that way? Are you willing to die—to be hanged, just because a little bad luck has overtaken you?"
"Might schust as vell die as to pe vidout gold," answered Jake, doggedly.
"Well," said Barney, resignedly, "I see I've got the thinking to do for both of us, and I take it I can put you in the way of getting at least a part of your wealth back again in short order."
Jake pricked up his ears.
"How vos dot, Parney?" he asked, with some show of interest.
"You've got your shooting-irons about you, I suppose?"
"Yes."