“An’ hif ye git t’ beggar wi’ now, jest let me ’ave one crack at ’im wi’ a b’layin’ pin er such like,” said Mitchell truculently.
“We’ll think about that afterward, but, by hookey, we’ll get Salmon Jack to-night or I’ll resign my job as chief of the lobster patrol. Dave, you go get Steve Basset, Ben Emery, Joe Milliken an’ whoever else you can find and swear ’em all in as deputies. Tell ’em we’re going to raid Frenchman’s Point to-night and to meet me at the long dock at half-past eight.”
The lad in the corner of the room left the dingy office immediately. Then the warden turned to Mitchell and said, “You’d better come along too, if you want to see some fun. You can take care of our boats while we land on the point. Then you’ll be able to get a good look at the man who robbed your traps for we’ll bring him back with us or I’ll quit being an officer.”
“May we go too?” exclaimed Jack and Ray in one breath. “We’re pretty husky.”
“Sure thing. I’ll swear you in as deputies too. This will be a big night, you can bet. We’re after the scalps of several men besides Salmon Jack and they all hang out at the point.”
“Whoop-e-e-e, great!” exclaimed Jack.
“I’m keen for excitement,” said Ray.
“All right, boys, you’ll get enough of it, I guess. In the meantime you two and Mitchell can come on up to my house and have supper. We’ll start from the long dock at eight-thirty.”