“Of course they will. They won’t be satisfied with half of it. Just before you came over from the warehouse, they were preparing to rush the post.”
“What will be their next ruse,” puzzled Sandy.
“I don’t know but you may depend on it, they’ll think of some scheme. Frazer is a dangerous opponent. There is only one way that I can see to put a stop to this.”
“How?” Sandy and Scott inquired in one breath.
“Just this,” Dick gestured emphatically. “Assume the offensive ourselves. Instead of waiting for him to carry the fight into our territory, let’s go down and make it interesting for him.”
“Now I think you talk sense,” Toma’s eyes snapped.
“We’ll do it,” Sandy exclaimed excitedly.
“Right now,” Toma appended.
“You bet!” Sandy began dancing up and down. “I have an idea. We’ll recruit a little party and start out. There’s Langley, the blacksmith, and those two half-breeds down at the warehouse, Toma, Dick and myself. That makes six in all. Six against four.”
“Seven,” corrected a vibrant, musical voice.