were dividing the slices into three equal parts. But in their haste and
excitement, none of the boys forgot to fill their mouths with the filthy
stuff, and to chew while they worked.

As Will cut a piece from the last plug, he glanced about over the piles
and said with a look of satisfaction: "Now that ain't so bad, is it,
boys? That ought to last quite a spell; and when it's gone, we can come
back here, or maybe something else will turn up." And then, when he saw
the boys rearranging the tobacco in the chest, he said, "Look out there!
You'll have to get everything just like it was, or we'll be caught and
have had our fun for nothing!" When the chest was repacked, the last
screw in its place, and the tiny scraps of tobacco that had fallen upon
the floor had been carefully preserved, the boys looked at one another
with satisfaction, and Will said, "That's a pretty slick job all right,
if I do say so; and its a lot better than breaking the lock would have
been. I'll tell you it takes some brains to do up a thing like that,
and it makes me feel as if I'd like more of them."

To this John smiled and said: "Hey, Will, do you know what's in that
trunk?" John referred to a large trunk that was sitting near the bed
on the opposite side of the room.

"Couldn't tell you all that's in it, but it's locked; and it's in that
trunk that Dad keeps his revolvers. There's two of them, because I saw
inside the trunk the other day." And then as the new thought presented
itself to his mind, he exclaimed, "I wonder why we couldn't get into
that trunk the same as we did the chest?"

In a twinkling, all the boys were examining the trunk, but to their
dismay, they found that the hinges, instead of being on the outside of