“Don’t robberies ever take place in the States?” asked Walter Cunningham.
“Well, perhaps so, but these fellows have not only robbed us of all we have, but are carrying us off because we won’t give them more. I’d just like to wrestle with them one by one. If I didn’t throw them, I’d be jiggered, that’s all.”
“I don’t think they would agree to any such plan. They carry pistols, and probably knives. They are more used to them than to wrestling.”
“No doubt you are right, milord,” said Amos, at which Cunningham laughed. “Where do you think they’re going to carry us?”
“They probably have some secret resort somewhere among these hills. We shall find out before long. What do you think of our adventure, Bernard?”
“I wish I knew how it was going to turn out, Walter,” returned Bernard soberly.
“So do I,” said the American. “I shall have to have a good think. I can’t think unless I have a smoke. Will you have a cigar, Cunningham?”
“No, thank you.”
“Or you, Bernard?”
“No, but it might be a good idea to offer cigars to our new friends.”