You're game fer a try at gettin' out o' yere, ain't yer, old man?
I've sorter been reckonin' on yer." "I'll take any chance there is," returned Westcott heartily, staring into the other's face.

"Have you some plan ?" "Maybe 'tain't that exactly, but I've been doin' a powerful lot o' thinkin' since you was asleep, Jim, an' I reckon we might beat these fellers with a fair show o' luck.

This is how I figure it out.

Thar won't be no attack; that's a cinch.

Lacy knows we can shoot, an' he also knows we're marooned yere without food.