“I’m still weak from my beatings,” he said at last, “but, if I am fortunate, I shall secure weapons for both of us. Not rifles, perhaps, but revolvers at least.”
“How?” demanded Boris excitedly.
Jack smiled to himself in the darkness.
“I don’t know exactly,” he replied quietly, “though I have half an idea. Now we shall have to map out our plan of action.”
“I’ll let you do that,” said Boris. “I am not much of a hand to figure; but when it comes to a fight you can count on me.”
“You look as though you could give a good account of yourself,” said Jack.
In the darkness he stretched forth his hand and felt Boris over carefully. The muscles swelled beneath the lad’s touch and Jack knew that the Russian was indeed a powerful man.
“I’m no weakling,” said the Russian modestly, “but for the matter of that neither are you. I have taken note of your build and I have thought to myself that, between us, we would be a hard pair to overcome.”
Boris now extended a hand and felt the lad’s arms and chest carefully. When he withdrew his hand he gave a grunt of satisfaction.
“You’ll do,” he said quietly. “Now as to your plan.”