"Good Lord! Where?"
"Under the floor in the kitchen."
"Then it's the kitchen they'll make for. You bet they know where the money is, if they know it's here. Are there many of 'em?"
"I don't know."
"Well, we shall know soon enough," said the man. He had become alert, keen. "Have you any pistols?"
"Yes, one."
"Fetch it, but don't make a sound, mind."
She stole away, and returned with the pistol. She would have put it into his hand, but he pushed it away.
"It's no use to me," he said, "with my arm in a sling. I will see what I can do with my left hand and the knife. Can you shoot?"
"Yes."