“I don’t think they will try it again for a while,” said Jack calmly.
“You can’t tell,” returned Boris. “Sometimes they never give up. Now you keep guard here and I’ll see if I can’t start a fire. We would be safer then.”
Jack nodded and Boris turned away. A few moments later Jack heard him give a grunt of satisfaction.
“Find anything?” the lad called.
“Plenty to start a fire,” was the response. “Wood, husks and matches. I’ll have a fire going in this fireplace in a few moments. Then we shall be safe.”
The big Russian was as good as his word, and a few minutes later a cheerful blaze filled the fireplace.
“Now,” said the Russian, “I wonder if I couldn’t scare up a little food?”
He rummaged about in the drawers of a table at the far end of the room and presently returned to the fireplace carrying a piece of cold meat.
“Don’t know what it is, but it will do,” was his comment. “I’m too hungry to be very particular.”
“So am I,” Jack agreed.