"I'd like to know a better way, then," flared Tom Reade.
"Let's have it, instanter, Dick, if you've got one," begged Greg
Holmes.
"Yes; out with it, old chap," begged Harry Hazelton.
But Dick Prescott smiled provokingly.
"Perhaps, with the help of some of the rest of you," he replied, "I shall be able to find a way of cooling some hot heads. I hope so, anyway."
"Dick has his plan all fixed, now," Dan whispered, hopefully, to Tom.
"If he has," quoth Reade, under his breath, I wish he'd tell us his scheme."
"Humph!" retorted Dan. "You know Dick Prescott, and you know that he never shoots until he has taken time to aim."