“But suppose they leave by a door and don’t come through the window?”
“That’s me and my fool headwork, ag’in!” grunted Fortune. “You boss this job, Red, and I’ll foller orders. What’s the next move?”
“I’m going inside.”
“Don’t you! Mebby the winder’s only open fer air, and you’ll be grabbed for a thief yourself. I wouldn’t go inside that estakazol for a farm!”
“If the window was opened for air, Jimmie, the screen wouldn’t have been taken off, would it?”
“I don’t reckon it would.”
“Hibbard and Long Tom are inside, and I’m going to make sure they don’t get out through a door with any boodle.”
“What’ll I do?”
“Stay here and wait for something to happen.”
“S’pose more happens than I can take care of? What then?”