“Always room for a good one.”
“All right. It’s a go,” said Dick.
MacDonald nodded approval, spat in the fire, then turned again to Mr. Hampton.
“Such being the case,” he said, “when you talk to Captain Jameson over that there contraption, just tell him I’m on my way in.”
“What?”
“Sure. Think Dick and me would sit here with three no-account breeds on our hands and wait for help from four hundred miles away to arrive? No. We’ll take ’em in.”
“But two of you, alone, and with three prisoners on your hands!”
“Nothing to that. Once I brought in four single-handed. Never thought of calling for help except I had luck enough to capture Lupo and more of his gang.”
Mr. Hampton looked astounded. He turned to Dick.
“But how about you, Dick?”