Mike grinned.
"Steve don't draw his wad till—we're sure."
"No."
At that moment Mallinsbee appeared round the angle of the building. Gordon's face was wreathed in smiles as he turned to him.
"We get to work—to-night," he said.
Mallinsbee nodded, without a sign of the other's excitement.
"So I guessed when I see Mike's team. Peter wise?"
"Yep." The Irishman's spirits had risen to a great pitch. "I put him wise."
"Splendid. He's got everything ready?"
Gordon was thinking rapidly.