“Robbed!” echoed Nux, who was now beside us.
“Yes; Larkin and his gang have taken every bag of our dust.”
Through the dim light I could see their white eyeballs glaring at me in amazement.
“What you goin’ do, Mars Sam?” asked Bry.
“I’m going to give chase, and make the rascals give it back. That is, if you will be my friends, and stand by me,” I said. “By daybreak every bag must be in my hut again.”
“Sure ’nough,” murmured Nux.
“We ready, Mars Sam,” announced Bry, quickly.
“Then take these revolvers, and follow me.”
I gave a weapon to each, having hastily loaded them; and then I turned away, followed by the dark forms of the two Sulus.
“They’re thieves, you know; burglars and outlaws,” I said. “So if we have to shoot them down, no one can blame us.”