“All right. I reckon ye’ll do. Ter-night, if ye feel like it, we’ll scout up that way an’ try an’ git inter Mason’s den. Mebbe we could work a stratagem to git a hitch on him. See?”
“Good for you!” cried Frank. “I am with you in that game!”
“Then ye’ll risk It?”
“Anything.”
“But what’ll ye do with yer iron hoss hyar?”
“Oh, Barney and Pomp will look after that all right,” replied Frank. “When shall we start?”
“Not afore midnight, I reckon. P’raps yer hoss kin take us up quicker’n mine.”
“Of course. Look here, Barney. You’ve heard all this?”
“I have, sor!”
“Well, now, you and Pomp will understand what I expect of you until I return.”