"Yonder. In old John's fifty-acre pasture. Lablache and John meet at the tool-shed there to-night. Why?"
"And you go not to the fire?" Baptiste's voice had a surprised ring in it.
"Not until later. I must be at the meeting soon after eleven."
The half-breed was silent for a minute. He seemed to be calculating. At length he spoke. His words conveyed resolve.
"It is good. Guess you may need assistance. I'll be there—and some of the boys. We ain't goin' ter interfere—if things goes smooth."
Bill shrugged.
"You need not come."
"No? Nuthin' more?"
"Nothing. Keep the boys steady. Don't burn the clerks in the store."
"No."