“What’s the move now, Chick?”
“We have to get a little closer to the gang. This is going to be the real part of the work.”
“A scrap?” whispered Patsy hopefully.
“Shouldn’t wonder.”
“Good! Fists—or guns?”
“No guns!” replied Chick quickly. “We don’t want noise. Use your fists if it comes to a show-down. Or any weapon you can get hold of that doesn’t make a racket? Get me?”
Patsy only chuckled. It was not necessary for him to say in words that he understood.
CHAPTER X.
INVESTIGATION.
Hastening up a flight of steps that were a replica of the steps in the cellar of the empty house, Chick found that the door at the top was securely fastened.