“What's to be done?”

“Kill them.”

“When?”

“As soon as Chick returns.”

“Why did you let him go?”

“For several reasons. They were both armed to the teeth, and would have made a hot fight of it, if I had sprung the information suddenly.”

“Sure!”

“Besides, you fellows would have been so taken aback, that three or four of you would have been killed before it occurred to you to fight.”

“Maybe so, but—”

“But what?”