"It should be about here some place," he said. "Spread out and we'll have a look for it."
This plan was followed and a hunt for the shack began in the darkness.
After perhaps five minutes, Chester's voice rang out.
"I've found it. This way."
The others made their way in the direction of his voice and a few moments later all stood before the shack.
"Is it open?" asked Chester.
Hal tried the doorknob. It was locked. Also it was barred on the outside. He put the muzzle of his revolver to the lock and would have fired had not Colonel Anderson stayed his hand.
"Hold on there," he commanded. "We don't want to open it that way if we can help it. Look around. Maybe there is a window."
At the back of the shack they found one, but it was well out of reach.
"Give me a hand up, Hal," said Chester.
Hal obeyed and Chester climbed to his shoulders. His head came level with the window. Chester pushed against it and it swung inward.