"But I don't know—after all, there is a chance. Just a bare chance, isn't there?"
"You know as well as I do, Harry. The chances are a million to one that Desiree—thank Heaven—has escaped all this! And isn't that best! Would you have her here with us?"
"No—no. Only—"
"Lying here, bound hand and foot? She would make a dainty morsel for our friends."
"For the Lord's sake, Paul—"
"Well, let us forget her—for the present. Nor do we want to make a dainty morsel if we can help it. Come, brace up, Hal. It's up to us to turn a trick."
"Well?"
"I don't know why I didn't think of it before. I guess we were both too dazed to have good sense. What have you got strapped to your belt?"
"A gun," said Harry. "Of course I thought of that. But what good is it after that ducking? And I have only six cartridges."
"Nothing else?"