"That's good," said the Baker; but, nevertheless, he got out his weapon, turned the barrels to see they all had cartridges, and cocked it.
And presently Smith came back, feet foremost, and inch by inch.
"They're there," he said.
"How many?"
"I see six, and there are some on the bank; at least, I think so. They came from down stream. I was right, you see."
The Baker nodded.
"Who are they?"
"There's Big Jack, and some of the rest. Poor old Bill; I hope we sha'n't have to wipe him out," said Smith. "He's the best of the gang."
"Yes," said Mrs. Mandeville, "he is good. I like Bill. I want to see, Smith."
"No, no," whispered Smith. "Keep quiet."