"Sure," said Butcher. "We locked the door after us. Ferret was watching. He can spot anything."
"We've arranged the system," declared Major. "You and I work the bank, Ferret." A grin spread over Ferret's face. He held no animosity toward Major. In fact, it was evident that Ferret wanted to establish himself in his companion's good graces. Ferret enjoyed all jobs where stealth and cleverness were concerned.
"You'll be on watch, Butcher," continued Major. "At this end. Deacon will be with you."
"I'll stay in here?"
"No," said Deacon. "Upstairs. I'll be with you at first. Ferret can let us know when he and Major get back. Then we can take turns stowing away the goods. Some one has to keep on the job upstairs. I think it would be best for me to pack. You watch — and tip me quick if the drivers come. Then you can take my place while I stall with them."
"All right," agreed Butcher.
"Ready, then," said Major briskly. He glanced at his wrist watch. "It's eight o'clock. Time to go."
"The drivers will be here just before nine," said Deacon.
"Just the right time," responded Major.
"In again, out again," laughed Ferret.