"You know well enough that we are." "Well, I can't stop you, Baxter, so cook away." "Don't you want something to eat?" "To be sure we do," put in Sam. "Nobody wants to go hungry." "Perhaps you'll have to go hungry," said Dan Baxter significantly. "It would be just like you to starve us, Baxter!" burst out Tom. "I know you are as mean as they make them." "No compliments, please. I know my business, Tom Rover; and let me say I am in this game to win." "I don't see what that has to do with our eating." "You will see presently. I know all about what brought you here." "And we know what brought you here," put in Sam. "I suppose you fellows have a map, or something like it," went on Baxter, after a pause, during which he gazed curiously first at Tom and then at the youngest Rover. "A map of what?" demanded Tom. "A map whereby to find that treasure." "If we have a map we'll take good care to keep it to ourselves," came from Sam, before he had taken time to think twice. "Ha! then you have a map!" And now Dan Baxter's eyes brightened. "Where is it?" "I didn't say so." "I'll search you," said the bully, and at once proceeded to turn out one pocket after another. Of course the map, being in Dick's possession, was not found. "You got it hidden," said Baxter sourly. "Tell we where it is, or you shall have nothing to eat." "Will you give us a good meal if we do tell you?" demanded Tom promptly. "Yes." "Honor bright?" "Yes." "Well, then, Dick has the only map we possess." And Tom grinned, while Sam had all he could do to keep from laughing outright. Instantly Dan Baxter's face grew dark, and he drew back his hand as if to strike Tom. "You're a fresh one!" he burst out. "Are you telling me the truth?" "I am. He has the map, and I reckon he'll keep it. Now, if it's all the same to you, we'll take that meal. Eh, Sam?" "I'm hungry enough." "I shan't give you a mouthful!" roared Baxter. "You can't play any game on me." "That shows what your promise is worth, Baxter," returned Tom. "I didn't expect much else, though, for I know you thoroughly. Still, we told you nothing but the truth." With a face full of hatred Dan Baxter turned on his heel and left them. Presently they heard him sit down with the others, and all began to eat the food that had been cooking. "I must say we didn't gain much," observed Tom gloomily. "I suppose I ought to have humored him, in order to get something. But I despise him so I can't help pitching into him." "I wouldn't humor him--I'd starve first!" returned Sam earnestly. "I am glad we weren't carrying the map." "So am I glad. Rather than give it to him, I would have chewed it up and swallowed it." Half an hour went by, during which both boys said but little, each being busy trying to concoct some scheme by which they might escape. They heard the others talking in low voices, but were unable to catch what was said.