I glanced at them, beckoning to Miles.
"All here, Sergeant?
Then draw down the shade.

Wilson, you and Carney come over here, and keep an eye on these two men.

Miles, let me speak to you a moment." I led him into one corner, outlining the situation in a dozen words.
"There may be half a dozen in the dining-room--yes, just across the hall--including a preacher--armed, of course, but they don't suspect there is a Blue-coat within ten miles.

They're out for a good time, and have been having it.

If you can get the bunch covered first, there need be no fight.