“Wait, Pete; perhaps you may again some day.”
“I want to laugh to-morrow night, zir.”
“What?”
“When we’ve got a couple o’ guns aboard that boat, and we’re going down the river,” whispered Pete excitedly. “I can laugh then.”
“We couldn’t do it, Pete.”
“We could, zir, if we zaid we would.”
“There is the risk of that man watching us and telling.”
“He’d better!” growled Pete. “Look here, zir; let’s have no more shilly-shallying. Say you’ll go to-morrow night, and risk it.”
“Why not wait for a good opportunity?”
“’Cause if we do it mayn’t never come.”