"My name is Bob Lakewood and this is my brother, Jack and—"
"Lakewood, did you say?" the man interrupted.
"Yes, and unless I'm mistaken you are Silas Lakewood."
"And—and you—you are my nephews."
"Right, but we must not stand here talking now."
"They'll kill you if—if—" the man faltered.
"Not that bad," Bob assured him. "You see we've got all their guns, that is, we think we have and—" Then he stopped short. "Well of all the dumb—"
"What's the matter now?" Jack interrupted.
"The rifles. We forgot them."
"What do you know about that?"