"Well, we've got to do some tall thinking and do it quick," Bob declared. "What's your opinion, Lucky?"
"We must no geet caught again."
"That's easy to say," Jack said. "But how are we going to help it? We can't move a foot in this snow without leaving tracks and they're six to our three and in a rough and tumble we wouldn't be in it for a minute."
"Oui, you heet eet."
"Then what can we do? It seems to me that my plan of getting all their weapons is the only thing left for us."
"Eet ver' risky."
"Of course it's risky, but we've taken risks before."
"Their rifles are hanging on the walls and I reckon we could get them easy enough," Bob said thoughtfully, "but when it comes to their six guns it's a cat of another color. They've got them in their belts and it would take a miracle to get them all without waking any of them. If it was only one or even two it might be done, but six—it's practically impossible."
"But not absolutely," Jack insisted.
"Well, what's your plan?"