“Is there a gun or anything like it around the house?” Neale asked, by way of answer to Agnes’ appeal.
“Oh, don’t have any shooting!” pleaded Nalbro.
“It isn’t pleasant, but it may come to that,” said Neale.
“Oh, Luke—” began Ruth, appealing to him.
“I think it would be better if we had some sort of weapon,” was Luke’s reply. “It would be rather foolish, to say nothing else, for us to go up against these men, who may be desperate, if we have nothing to force them to surrender in case we corner them. If there is a gun or a revolver——”
“I have put Uncle Peter’s old revolver away,” Ruth said. “Come and we’ll get it.”
“Better be a bit lively,” suggested Agnes. “They may skip out with the gold any minute.”
“If they don’t find it any quicker than we did they’re not likely to,” chuckled Hal.
“It might not be a bad scheme for us to lay low and let them locate the treasure for you, girls, and then take it away from them,” suggested Neale.
“Oh, why don’t you?” asked Agnes. “They must know just where to search for it, white star and all!”