"Not wrong, perhaps. But he overlooked this fact: tonight the safe is guarded by three men only; tomorrow it will be guarded by six." Denver stared, and then blinked. "You mean, try the safe right in town, inside the old bank? Son, you don't know the gents in this town. They sleep with a gat under every head and ears that hear a pin drop in the next room--right while they're snoring. They dream about fighting and they wake up ready to shoot." Terry smiled at this outburst. "How long has it been since there was a raid on McGuire's town?" "Dunno. Don't remember anybody being that foolish" "Then it's been so long that it'll give us a chance. It's been so long that the three men on guard tonight will be half asleep." "I dunno but you're right. Why didn't you speak up in company? I'll call the chief and--" "Wait," said Terry, laying a hand on the round, hard-muscled shoulder of the yegg. "I had a purpose in waiting. Seven men are too many to take into a town." "Eh?" "Two men might surprise three. But seven men are more apt to be surprised." "Two ag'in' three ain't such bad odds, pal. But--the first gun that pops, we'll have the whole town on our backs." "Then we'll have to do it without shooting. You understand, Denver?" Denver scratched his head. Plainly he was uneasy; plainly, also, he was more and more fascinated by the idea. "You and me to turn the trick alone?" he whispered out of the side of his mouth in a peculiar, confidentially guilty way that was his when he was excited. "Kid, I begin to hear the old Black Jack talk in you! I begin to hear him talk! I knew it would come!" CHAPTER 34 An hour's ride brought them to the environs of the little town. But it was already nearly the middle of night and the village was black; whatever life waked at that hour had been drawn into the vortex of Pedro's. And Pedro's was a place of silence. Terry and Denver skirted down the back of the town and saw the broad windows of Pedro's, against which passed a moving silhouette now and again, but never a voice floated out to them. Otherwise the town was dead. They rode until they were at the other extremity of the main street. Here, according to Denver, was the bank which had never in its entire history been the scene of an attempted raid. They threw the reins of their horses after drawing almost perilously close. "Because if we get what we want," said Terry, "it will be too heavy to carry far."