“Then we’ll go as soon as we can.”
“I thought you’d say so,” he said. “You always was so fond of old Gunson.”
“Then you don’t want to go?”
“Course I don’t, now I’ve got mother here, safe. But if you’re going, I’m going, so how soon?”
It was already dark, and feeling if I waited much longer the hesitation I suffered from might increase, I said excitedly—
“Now.”
“All right then; let’s get a little way further from the corner, make straight for that look-out place, where Grey watched the chaps going, and get over there.”
“Yes,” I said, thoughtfully; “we can get on the top of the big paling and drop down from there. But I say, Esau,” I whispered, “how are we to climb back?”
“Dunno. Let’s do one job first,” he whispered back, philosophically. “Now then, are you ready?”
“Yes,” I said, desperately.