"What do you propose?" asked Estuban.
"The simplest plan possible; to get into the house by force or by trickery, and hold them up. Are you armed?"
Estuban nodded.
"They got a gun from me on our last meeting. I'll see what there is in our outfit here."
Greg and Estuban were talking low-voiced in a corner of the kitchen, while the others waited. All thought of sleep had been given up for this night. Even Bessie, infected by the general excitement, had yielded to their solicitations in so far as to prepare a small-hour supper. The clock had just struck three.
"Boys," said Greg. "Are you game to turn another trick before daylight?"
"Try us," said Bull, grinning.
"Me and Blossom was done out of the best fun before," said Ginger.
Greg briefly explained what had to be done. It appeared that their appetites were only whetted for danger. They jumped at the chance. Even Hickey, encouraged by the size of the attacking party perhaps, did not bewail his fate this time. It transpired that both Blossom and Bull possessed revolvers. Greg borrowed Blossom's and let Bull keep his, unloaded.
"You won't mind if I empty out the shells?" he said. "Estuban and I feel that we ought to take the responsibility of any shooting that may be necessary."