“It wouldn’t be a bad idea,” agreed Luke. “At least he can be posted at one vantage point to give an alarm if the men try to escape.”
“Provided, of course, that it is men and not a cat,” put in Agnes flippantly.
“Oh, I think it will prove to be those fellows all right,” was Luke’s opinion.
Uncle Rufus was eager and ready for the coming battle, or whatever it should resolve itself into. It was planned that Luke and Hal should go down the inside cellar stairs, while Neale and Uncle Rufus stood at the outside cellar door to capture the men if they came out that way.
“We haven’t a gun,” objected Neale, when his part was assigned.
“Bang ’em on de haid wif a club,” suggested Uncle Rufus. “We kin hit ’em w’en dey comes up de cellar steps.”
“That’s a good idea, Neale,” said Agnes.
“A club it shall be, then,” replied Neale.
He and the colored man thus armed themselves and took their places.
Meanwhile, Mrs. MacCall and Linda had been roused to remain with the girls; though Agnes, in order not to miss any of the excitement, followed Neale and stationed herself not far from him and Uncle Rufus where she could see all that went on, if, indeed, anything did happen.