In a field, a little west of the top, the same field where we chased the high-school girls, stand what we call the "twin stones." They are big ones, six feet high and maybe more. One of these we use for a fireplace. It is near Plunkett's woods, where it is always easy to find dry sticks to burn. A piece of the rock has been split off in such a way that it makes a kind of hearth, with a place between for a fire. "Let's come back here for dinner," I said. "When we build a fire in the cave the smoke makes our eyes smart. What do you say?" So we went into the woods and hid our lunch and some potatoes, which we had carried in our pockets to cook, but Hank wouldn't leave his camera. He said it cost too much to let it lie around in the woods. His folks paid three dollars for it. Then we hurried on to the cave. "Open sesame!" said Skinny, pounding the outside of the cave with a club, like the robber did in "Arabian Nights." "Is she open?" asked Bill, who was in a hurry to get in. Skinny didn't answer. He was peering up and down the ravine to see if anybody was looking. When he found that no one was in sight he motioned for us to go in. "Old Long Knife will guard the pass," said he. And he did, for when I put my head out of the cave a little later to find out why he did not come, he was fighting like sixty. He swung his club and jumped around for a minute; then gave a fearful whack and drew himself up with his arms folded, like an Injun or a bandit. "Lie there, villain!" he hissed. "Sick semper turn us, and don't you forget it." After that he came in with his face all red, he had been working so hard. We already had the candle lighted and were ready to begin. "Fellers," said Skinny, when we all had sat down on the floor in front of him and I had called the roll. "I don't know whether this is the Band or the patrol, or whether we are bandits, or Injuns, or Scouts, and I don't know that it makes much difference. I am captain of the Band, but what we want to find out is, who is leader of the patrol. We could fight for it, perhaps, only I hate to muss my clothes." Some looked at Bill, for we knew that he kind of wanted to be leader. He would make a good one, too, only it seemed to belong to Skinny. Nobody said a thing for 'most a minute. Then Benny stood up, bumped his head against the roof of the cave, and sat down again. "Mighty chief," said he, when we were through laughing at him, "may I speak and live?" He never had said that before and it surprised us. "You may," said Skinny, looking fierce and swinging his club. "Fellers," began Benny, "Skinny was a good enough leader when we went 'sploring out in Illinois last summer and I 'most got drowned in Fox River, and he was a good enough leader when we found a tramp in this 'ere cave and smoked him out. He lassoed the robber, that time, didn't he, when the guy was stealin' Hank's pearl, and--and--lots of things? I guess that anybody who could do that is good enough to be patrol leader."