"Tim, you're all right," he said. "But how could we get him away from here?"
"Why, get the wagon," said Young Joe. "Come on, George, will you? I'll go down to the house for it, if you'll join. 'Twon't take more'n half an hour. You find Tom and Bob; they're 'round somewhere. Then wait here till I come back."
Young Joe, reading a half consent in his elder brother's hesitation, darted away. George Warren was not keen for it, however.
"Tim, you and Joe are a couple of young idiots," he exclaimed. "We're not going to do any such fool thing as that. We couldn't do it, in the first place."
"Yes we can," argued Little Tim. "He ain't got his tomahawk nor any scalping knife. And he ain't very much bigger than Jack."
Harvey drew himself up and felt of his muscle.
"Tom and Bob could lick him, without the rest of us," continued Little Tim.
Tom and Bob, who had been added to the group, likewise flexed their biceps and thought how strong they were.
"I ain't afraid," said Harvey.
"Nor I," said Tom and Bob, respectively.