“Good old signpost!” murmured Jack.
But, had he only known it, the signpost was a “bad” one, though, as we know, that was not the fault of the post itself.
Trudging along the road was easier now, and the boys made better time. But it was tiresome work at that. And when, a little later, they saw a building looming up at one side of the road, Bert cried:
“There’s our camp now!”
For a moment they thought it was, but a closer look showed that it was not. It was an old deserted hut, almost in ruins, and as Tom flashed his light within, a sorry sight was presented to the eyes of the boys.
“Let’s go inside,” was Tom’s proposal, and his chums looked at him in some amazement.
[CHAPTER XVII]
SPIED UPON
“What do we want to go in there for?” asked Jack, at length.