“Well, then, Gus, it’s up to us to tell——”
“With several thousand dollars to save for Tony’s dad? And who would believe a couple of kids, anyway?” demanded Gus.
“But how——?”
“Let them watch the Upper Point, and if they land there, all right. I’m going down to hunt over the Lower Point.”
“You, Gus? But these fellows are a bunch of desperate scamps; gunmen, no doubt. There’ll be a lot of them, maybe——”
“No; not more than two or three. Luigi Malatesta, his brother, I think from Merritt’s description, and an accomplice or two.”
“Four, Gus; maybe more. You wouldn’t have a chance——”
“Well, not in a stand-up fight, I suppose. But they won’t be suspecting a kid in old fisherman’s duds, and I can do some bushwhacking, I guess.”
“But if you get hurt, Gus?”
“Well, there’s a lot more like me everywhere. Another brother at home, too. I’m going to try for it, Bill. I’m not going to tote a pistol, but take Dad’s hammerless, double-barreled shotgun. He has quit hunting, and he said I could have it. They’ll think I’m just a native.”