"My idea is for all of us to go in and for one of us to frisk them while the others stand guard with the rifles ready. If one of them wakes up we could simply tell them that the first one to move out of his bunk would get a hunk of lead in his skin."
"But it's dark in there and we couldn't see them and they could shoot from their bunks," Bob objected.
"And that's where the risk comes in. Mind I didn't say it wasn't dangerous."
"Let's see," Bob mused aloud. "They've probably all got at least one gun and with our three it makes nine and even then we couldn't be sure we had them all. What do you say, Lucky?"
"White boys stay out here an' Injun go in geet guns."
"Not so you'd notice it," Jack broke in and Bob agreed with him.
"But that the ver' best—" the Indian began, but Bob interrupted.
"No use to argue on that line, old man. Either we all go in as Jack proposed, or we try some other plan."
"And that's final," Jack added.
"If it was only light enough in there so that we could keep them covered—" Bob began.