The man stirred and Bob placed his hand over his mouth and at the same time whispered again.
“It’s Bob, Jacques. Don’t make a noise but get your clothes on and meet me outside as soon as you can.”
Bob did not have long to wait, as Jacques joined him almost as soon as he was outside the house. Bob quickly led the way to the office and as soon as they were inside he pulled down the shades and lighted the lamp. He then told the Frenchman what had happened.
“What do you think about it?” he asked, as soon as he had finished.
“I tink it ver’ serious matter, oui,” Jacques said slowly shaking his head.
“No doubt about that,” Bob agreed. “But what shall we do about it?”
“I tink we go ver’ queek down to dat camp, see what we see.”
“My idea exactly,” Bob said as he glanced at his watch. “Had we better get Tom?”
“I tink non,” the Frenchman answered after a moment’s thought. “Tom he geet ver’ mooch excite, oui. He mak’ too mooch noise. We go find Jack. Me ver’ strong. You ver’ queek, oui. We geet heem.”
Bob was not at all sure that he was doing right in taking the Frenchman’s advice, but he knew that he was right in his judgment of the Irishman. As brave as the traditional lion, Tom was very impulsive and Bob believed that this was a time when judgment and wits should be used rather than brute force. So he decided not to wake the foreman. Opening the top drawer of a desk, which stood at one end of the room, he took out a couple of automatics.