“Shall we go in?” asked Wilson.
“You stay here, Bert.”
“Hadn't you better take your rifle?”
“No, I don't want it. Quiet now.”
The men spread out, taking places where they could command the outbuildings.
“Smiley?”
“Yes.”
“Which is Spencer's house—where he lives himself?”
“The biggest one. You can see the roof over that shed there.”
“All right. Much obliged.”