“Sure!” Ben exclaimed. “I’d like to have that fellow go with us. I’ve heard what he did to three people here to-day, and I think he’d prove a pretty good friend in a hot scrap!” “I’ll send out for him,” the sheriff promised, “and in the meantime, we’ll all keep pretty close in the office.” “That’s a good idea,” suggested Gilmore. “There’s no knowing how many friends the smugglers have in this town. I would suggest, however,” he went on, “that some one go out and look over the two machines.” “The machines are all right,” the sheriff assured the others. “There are six deputies out there now in charge of Stroup, and he sent in a report not long ago. The crowd has been hustled off the field, and everything out there is as quiet as a prohibition convention.” “What time ought we to start?” asked Ben, like all boys, eager to be away. “I’m actually getting anxious to be off.” “We can make the distance in half an hour, if we are obliged to,” replied Havens, “unless I’m greatly mistaken in the location of the promontory. So we ought not to leave here until about midnight.” “It will be dark as a stack of black cats!” exclaimed Carl looking out of the window at the sky. “There’s plenty of room above the clouds!” smiled Havens. “Never thought of that!” exclaimed Ben. “We were above the clouds in Mexico once, but that seems a long time ago now.” “And there will be a moon about midnight, too,” Gilmore explained, “so we can see everything above the clouds quite distinctly.” “Huh!” grinned Carl, “we can’t look through the clouds at the schooner and the Chinks, can we?” “Hardly!” laughed Gilmore. “Still, the cloudy night will help us in this way—we can travel above the clouds and not be observed from below. That will help some.” “And I presume that we can crawl down the incline and get a glimpse of what’s going on below,” the sheriff suggested. “At least, I’m willing to try. The time to make the arrests is right now.” “Perhaps we ought to start a short time before the _Ann_ leaves the place,” Ben suggested, “because we’ll have quite a few miles farther to travel if we circle over to look after Jimmie and Kit.” “That’s very true,” Havens replied. “Are you sure that you know where the summit which has been mentioned is?” he added. “If it’s the summit directly east of the south headland where we saw the light, I know exactly where it is,” answered Ben. “There are two peaks there, and the one to the east and north is a trifle higher than the one referred to now.” “That’s exactly correct,” announced Gilmore. “The two peaks separate a great chasm in the range which is known as Two Sisters canyon.” Ben sprang to his feet and drew a bit of white paper from a pocket.