“But what if some of ther men find ther ropes cut?” asked the foreman, doubtfully.
“Eef we go away zey nevare know we do eet.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“Eet is ze last chance. You say dat Merriwell nevare live to get down de rivare. Prit’ soon eet be too late for you to keep dat word.”
“That’s so,” acknowledged Sullivan. “I’ll do it!”
Then they both got up, and Sullivan said:
“There’s a dance over to ther corners, Mr. Forest, an’ me an’ Levi’s goin’ over.”
“You hadn’t better go,” said Fred. “We get to work at daybreak, and you will not get any sleep. You’ll need rest.”
“Oh, we’re tough enough ter stan’ it, so we’ll go.”