"Yes, and get potted before we had gone three steps."
"Wait, I'll peep out and see if they are still on guard."
Cautiously edging his way toward the center of the bridge, the lad glanced into the interior of the castle. He dodged back with great promptness, and said, with a grimace:
"That bloodthirsty Irishman is standing near the portcullis with two big revolvers pointed this way."
"Where are the others?"
"I couldn't see them."
Mori looked grave.
"They are up to some trick," he said. "I wonder if there is any way by which they could leave?"
"Not without they find a boat, or try to swim the lake."