He was quite right; Walker had been shamming sleep, and full four hours ago he had told his confederates as a matter of course all that he had heard in the enemy's camp.
Walker, a timid villain, was unprepared for the burst of savage exultation from brutus and Black Will that followed this intelligence. These two, by an instinct quick as lightning, saw the means of gratifying at one blow their cupidity and hate. Crawley had already told them he had seen Robinson come out of Levi's tent after a long stay, and their other spies had told them his own tent had been left unguarded for hours. They put these things together and conjectured at once that the men had now their swag about them in one form or other.
“When do they go?”
“To-morrow at break of day,” he said.
“The bush is very thick!”
“And dark, too!”
“It is just the place for a job.”
“Will two of you be enough?”
“Plenty, the way we shall work.”
“The men are strong and armed.”