‘Why should they?’ I said. ‘They’re waiting for the moon to pick this joint out, and it will. They’ll be able to see in through the windows.’
‘I have the rope,’ Mary called from an adjoining room. I’m going up on the roof,’ I said. ‘Keep an eye on them.’
‘You better keep an eye on yourself,’ Joe said sarcastically. ‘Don’t expect flowers for your funeral.’
I went into the inner room.
Mary held a flashlight in her hand, and as I came in she swung the beam to a short ladder that led to a trap door in the roof.
‘You’d better not go up there,’ she said. ‘They’re certain to see you.’
‘Hey, you two; give me some covering fire,’ I called into the outer room. ‘I’m going up on the roof.’
‘Hope it keeps fine for you,’ Mac said and laughed.
They began firing down into the valley. I waited, listening, but there was no answering fire.
‘I wonder what they’re playing at,’ I muttered. ‘Well, here goes. Let’s see what’s up there.’