"In a good humor to fight."
"Then let's go up to the house and tackle him."
"He will be surprised to see us alive."
They were thoroughly rested now, and, having examined their pistols and found them in working order, they proceeded up the hill.
Within a short time they reached the house, and rang the front door bell for admittance.
George Scott, the big negro whom they had met at the gate when they were there before, opened the door and grinned at them.
"Hello, George!" said Harry. "How are you?"
"Right smart, sah, thank you," chuckled the darky.
"Is Mr. Mason in?"
"Good Lawdy, no," replied the colored man. "An' de blame rascal better not come in dis yere house, or I'll blow de roof ob his head off, sho's yo's bo'n. I done know all he's been a-doin', I does."