"More reason for disturbing 'em," asserted Jim briefly. "That Mexican is inside and has my valued possessions. I intend to get them back."
"I admit the logic, go ahead."
It might have been possible for Jim to have scaled the high fence with its pointed iron spikes, but it was not practicable for the shorter John Berwick.
For a little while Jim sat on the ground thinking, trying to find some way out of the difficulty.
"If we only had a rope," remarked the engineer; "we could make it."
"Yes," replied Jim, "and then use it to hang the greaser with. That is what I call a beautiful thought."
"We haven't enough clothes to spare, to tear up, either," put in Berwick.
"You are right, John," remarked Jim. "It is a little bit too damp and foggy for that."
Jim began pacing up and down for a few minutes, then he reached some decision.