"'Spose they are, what of it? They won't have time to use their guns.
They'll all be asleep when we arrive."

"But what about the rangers?"

"They'll never touch us. We'll have the job done, an' the camp wiped
out before they get there. We're no fools."

"They rounded up Flazeet and his men last fall, though. How did they
hear about that attack?"

"How did they hear? Flazeet talked too much; that was the trouble.
But we're different. We'll not get caught."

"But Davidson has his men everywhere. Perhaps he has already warned
the mast-cutters, so they may be waiting for you."

"Well, let them wait. We'll have that bunch with us from the
Washademoak, an' you know what devils they are to fight."

"When do you expect to meet them?"

"To-morrow sometime. Then at night we'll drop in to see our friends,
the mast-cutters, an' settle up an old score once an' fer all."

What was said further Jean could not distinguish, for several men just
then lifted up their voices in a rough song, showing that the rum was
already taking effect. But what she had heard caused her great
uneasiness. She understood now the object of these men. They were to