“Well, Barney,” he said, briskly, “you may see to it that the wagon is provided with necessary stores. Pomp, you may look after the arms and ammunition and have everything in readiness at the earliest possible moment. Do you understand?”
“Ay, sor” replied Barney.
“Yes, sah!” said Pomp.
With this Frank turned about and left the shop.
He went at once back to his house.
Here at the door he was met by his wife. Mrs. Reade was a very beautiful and intelligent woman, a fit partner for a man of genius.
“Well, Frank!” she said, with a smile. “I have a premonition that you are up to some new scheme. Am I not right?”
“You are,” replied Frank, with a laugh. “You are a good guesser.”
“I knew it. What—what is it?”
Frank noted the look of anxiety upon his wife’s face and replied: