"We've got to buy it, of course," Jerry said quickly, and as if it was possible for us to make such purchases at any time. "In the first place we haven't money enough," I suggested, "and secondly, how many shops will you find open in this city?" These questions were sufficient to let Jerry understand that it was not all plain sailing before us, and after some reflection he said: "Suppose we go back to the smoke-house? There we can talk it over with the others, an' at the same time get something by way of breakfast." There was plenty of time at our disposal, since Darius had set ten o'clock that night as the hour when we could aid him, and I welcomed my partner's proposition; but instead of going directly to the place of refuge, I insisted on making a long detour to lessen the chances of running across Elias Macomber. That the cur had gone to the encampment hoping to get a permit to see the prisoners, in order to gloat over their misfortune, I had no doubt, and if he was successful I felt equally certain he would go to the jail by the shortest route. In event of failure, however, and I was positive he would fail, the villain might wander anywhere while working off his disappointment, therefore it stood us in hand to be exceeding cautious. As it proved, however, we had seen the last of that miserable British-lover, and after Jerry saw him on the street, he passed out of our lives for many months. I believed of a verity that we walked at least three miles, cutting across lots here, or traveling many rods out of our course there, until it seemed as if we had traversed every lane and obscure passage to be found in the city. But we arrived safely at last, which repaid us for all the extra work; we had seen no one who gave any heed to us, and when we sneaked into the smoke-house from behind the ruins of the tavern, I felt positive no one saw us. It can well be supposed that our comrades gave us a hearty welcome, and when I explained how much had been accomplished, they became quite as certain of ultimate success as Jerry; but the question of procuring a rope put the matter in a different light. We counted every penny belonging to the party, and had less than three shillings, while the length of rope we needed would cost three or four times as much. "It's certain we can't buy one, even though all the shop-keepers in the city stood ready to wait upon us," I said after we had ascertained the amount of capital on hand. "Now what is to be done?" No one answered for many minutes, and then Jim Freeman proposed that if we couldn't get what we needed in any other way, it would be admissible to steal the rope, in view of the use to which it would be put. Dody Wardwell thought we might go to a shopkeeper who dealt in such goods, and, telling the story, beg what was needed. It was my father who solved the riddle.