"Yes, I should," Hector smiled. "And I do."
The talk swung to other matters. But the American nondescript was not really satisfied. Presently he returned to the subject.
"Say, Major—frankly—we're all friends here, and trustworthy—won't you say—unofficially—what you really think? Surely there is trouble of some sort in the wind?"
"I've told you precisely the truth," Hector answered steadily. "I don't believe there's anything to fear. There may be trouble—but we can handle it."
"You can?"
Molyneux, still smiling, asked the question.
"Absolutely."
"You've only d'o hundred men here, Major, and dare are dousands hof tough nuts in der Territory," said the German.
"Never mind." Hector was very sure of himself. "They'll listen to reason, if handled properly. If they won't, there are plenty of stout-hearted, law-abiding citizens here to help us."
"Well said, sir!"