"Suppose we take what we ought to have by force," whispered Corrigan. He was slightly pale and his lips twitched nervously.
"Oi'm wid ye," replied Mosey, rising to his feet. "Oi was thinkin' of the same thing myself. Max is no good any more. Come on!"
With an uncertain step the Irishman moved toward the door. In an instant Jack stepped behind the opposite side of the building.
Corrigan followed his brother-in-law out, and both walked toward the woods on the right.
The young machinist watched them out of sight and then ran into the cottage.
Unlocking the stairway door, he mounted the steps hastily.
"Deb! Deb!"
"Oh, Jack! is that you?" came a voice from the darkness.
"Yes. Where are you?"
"Here, over here, this way!"