In that moment I all but changed my plans.

I thought of slipping back to the outhouse and trying to shoot the two men as they came forth.

But I reflected that, before I could get them both, one or other would probably shoot me.
Besides, I had a queer sort of compunction about killing Laputa.

I understood now why Arcoll had stayed his hand from murder, and I was beginning to be of his opinion on our arch-enemy.
Then I remembered the horses tied up in the bush.

One of them I could get with perfect safety.