The question Texas answered by offering to bet his boots on it.
“Jes’ you wait till night gits hyar,” he said, “then we’ll see.”
Which they did, for a fact.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
CAUGHT IN THE TRAP.
“’Sh!”
“Everything’s quiet.”
“Are you sure the guns are loaded?”
“Yes! Don’t you know me better’n that? Stick that one under your jacket and keep it ready, too.”
The two speakers were crouching in the moonlight behind one of the tents of Camp Lookout. The reader scarcely needs to be told that they were Mark and Texas on hand, true to their promise.