“How many men are at it?”
“About one hundred, I guess, from what I heard them say.”
“Then I guess we’d better go past it on the fly,” muttered Jerry, as he speeded up the machine until it was skimming along at a fast rate. In a little while there was a gleam of light through the trees ahead.
“There’s the camp!” exclaimed Tommy.
A minute later the travelers were made well aware of it, for, as they whizzed past in the auto, they heard shouts of anger, mingling with the sounds of rushing feet, while an occasional pistol shot rang out, the flash of fire cutting the darkness.
“They saw us,” spoke Bob. “Lucky it was pretty dark, or they might have damaged the auto.”
“To say nothing of ourselves,” added Ned.