"But it isn't, so there's no use wishing it was," Jack interrupted. "I tell you it's our only chance."
"And it's a mighty slim one."
"I grant you that but I still stick to it that it's the thing to do. The way I look at it is this, if one of them wakes up and starts shooting the chances are that he wouldn't hit us and, if it got too hot, we could bolt the door and once outside we'd be no worse off than we're going to be when they catch us in the morning as they're going to do if we don't get those guns."
"I don't know, but you're right," Bob said slowly.
"Of course I am."
"Do you think so, Lucky?" Bob asked.
"Oui, I t'ink heem heet eet."
CHAPTER XIII.
LUCKY ACQUIRES AN ARSENAL.
Bob was far from convinced that the move, proposed by Jack, was a wise one but, for the life of him, he was unable to suggest anything else and, after a few more objections, he gave in.