“Chaps like that, with their lives in their hands, are all eyes, and when they aren’t all eyes they’re all ears. I don’t like this business, my sons; but what you say’s quite right, and I can’t help feeling that we’ve got a chance at him now, and the dark may help us; while if he’s gone back there and roused up the fire I can make sure of him. There, it’s got to be done, and if we leave it the job may be worse.”
“Yes, perhaps much.”
“That’s so, my son. We shall have to go about with the knowledge that that fellow’s always close at hand, marking us down for a shot.”
“Better seize this opportunity,” said Abel hoarsely. “I feel as if we may master him now.”
“What do you say, Mr Dallas?” asked Tregelly.
“I say as my cousin does. Let’s try.”
“Good, then, we’ll go; on’y mind this, my sons: we’re going because it’s our dooty.”
“Of course.”
“Not because I want a pipe.”
“No; you have already proved that you do not wish to be selfish,” said Dallas, “so come on.”