Many a midnight plundering expedition had been planned against the galley, but without success.

The door and windows were securely fastened at sundown, and all attempts to effect an entrance were unavailing.

It was also useless to attempt to bribe the cook, for Blinks, who was a strict accountant, always knew how many pies were made every day, and if any of them were missing, the cook was sure to suffer.

One evening, while Frank and Simpson were engaged in washing up the supper-dishes, the latter inquired: "Would you like one of those pies we saw in the galley to-day ?" "Yes," answered Frank; "they looked very tempting." "Well," said Simpson, lowering his voice to a whisper, "we'll have some of them to-night." "How will we get them ?" inquired Frank.
"Why, we'll steal them.

We can't beg or buy them.