“That might be rather a large order, in our present shape,” said Hal. “However, we’ll see what they have to say.”
They approached the dugout and tapped lightly on the door. There was no answer to their knock. Hal tried again, but with the same result.
“If there is anybody there, they are good sleepers,” declared Hal. “If I don’t get an answer this time, we’ll go in regardless.”
“Suits me,” was Chester’s response.
Again Hal knocked on the door and waited a moment. There was no response from within.
“Well, here goes,” the lad declared.
With that he threw open the door.
Inside the lads surveyed the dugout. There was no one there.
“We’re in luck,” said Hal. “We’ll just make ourselves at home, and if the owner objects we’ll get out again, or put up an argument. That’s all.”
“In that event,” said Chester, “me for the first bunk.”