“Of course; but nothing fresh. He comes on duty under the full impression that we mean to escape if we can, and he feels that if we attempt it his duty is to send a bullet through each of us.”
“Then you don’t think he suspects that we are going to make an attempt to-night?”
“Pooh! How could he? But look! There goes Anson! Not coming here, is he?”
“No: going to his own wagon! I say, Ingle, do you think he has any illicit-diamonds with him?”
“I’m sure of it! He could not, according to his nature, have come away without robbing the company somehow. I only wish I had the searching of his wagon! I suppose Norton did not have a chance!”
“Yes, look! He has gone to his wagon. Where should you search if you had the chance?”
“Not quite sure yet!” said Ingleborough gruffly. “But don’t talk to me. I want to think of something better than diamonds.”
“You mean liberty?”
“That’s right. And now, once for all, we don’t want to make any more plans: each knows what he has to do, and as soon as it is dark he has to do it.”
“No,” said West gravely; “your part must wait until I have managed to get the rifles.”