"No, I want you to remain outside, so you will be on hand in case I need air."
"How'll I know ye nade it?"
"You'll hear me cry or shoot."
"Av Oi do, you'll see Barney Mulloy comin' loike a cyclone."
"I know I may depend on you, and I know this may be a nest of assassins. These Spaniards are hot-blooded fellows, and they make dangerous rascals."
Frank looked at his revolver, to make sure it was in perfect working order, dropped it into the side pocket of his coat, and walked boldly into the cottage café.
The men in the front room stared at him in surprise, but he did not seem to give them a glance, walking straight through into the next room.
There he saw two Spanish-looking fellows talking in low tones over a table, on which drinks were setting.
One of them was the man he had followed.
They were surprised to see the boy coolly walk into the room, and advance without hesitation to their table.