“Here, too,” added Chick.
“And you can bet your pile on me,” announced Patsy.
“Where do we strike first?” asked Jefferson Arnold.
“I only have my knife,” bewailed Jai Singh. “It will have to serve until I can get a spear. But I’ll take one from some of those men as soon as I get near to them.”
“I have a revolver,” modestly spoke Adil, who seldom said anything unless he considered it absolutely necessary.
“What are we to do?” asked Nick Carter. “Make a sudden rush? That would suit me and all my party.”
“That’s so!” indorsed Patsy. “Good stuff!”
“We must proceed cautiously,” answered Lord Slava, “and yet with boldness. We will make an onslaught at the proper moment, which may either result in the death of us all, or rid the land forever of these pestilent priests.”
“They seem to have the country by the throat,” observed Nick.
“They have. We nobles, as well as the common people, all know that. The time has come for a desperate rebellion.”