“Has he got a gun!”
“Yep, looks like a Winchester from here, but it’s too far away to be sure. Wish I had the glasses.”
“Well, keep your eyes peeled. The other guy ought to be along soon.”
“And there he is. It’s that little man—the white one—and he’s got a gun, too.”
“Then that settles who was doing the shooting,” Jack declared.
“Not a mite of doubt about it and Jack boy, I believe we’ve found the place at last. We must be two or three miles over into Canada and from here they can take the stuff over either by wagon or by flying machine.”
“I guess you’re right, but I suppose we ought to get more evidence before we report to the captain and get him up here.”
“We’ll get it all right pretty soon unless I’m greatly mistaken. There’s Pierre, now.”
“I guess the whole gang’s there.”
“Probably, except the ones that run the airplane.”