As he laid out the attack he
merely tapped the young man's pockets to see whether he was armed
or not, and finding nothing faced us again, Lockwood still
hesitating.
"I want Walter," explained Craig, "to go around back of the house.
It is there they must be expecting an attack. He can take up his
position behind that oak. It will be safe enough. By firing one
gun on each side of the tree he can make enough noise for half a
dozen. Then you and I can rush the front of the house."
Lockwood had nothing better to suggest. Reluctantly he handed over
his revolver.
I dropped back from them and skirted the house at a safe distance
so as not to be seen, then came up back of the tree.
Carefully I aimed at the glass of a window on the first floor, as
offering the greatest opportunity for making a racket, which was
the object I had in mind.
I fired from the right and the glass was shattered in a thousand
bits. Another shot from the left broke the light out of another
window on the opposite side.
The house was a sort of bungalow, with most of the rooms on the
first floor, and a small second story or attic window. That went
next. Altogether I felt that I was giving a splendid account of
myself.
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