“No; but in that particular one,” replied Jerry. “I came past there day before yesterday and I noticed that the place is almost ready to fall apart. No one can be living in it, and any one who is there at night with a light is there for no good purpose.”
“Let’s take a look,” suggested Bob.
Jerry shut off the power, took out the spark plug and the boys advanced cautiously, leaving the machine on one side of the road.
“Maybe there are tramps in there who won’t like being spied on,” said Ned.
“Don’t make any noise,” was Jerry’s answer. “Be ready to run when I give the word.”
On tiptoes the boys drew near the hut. Suddenly Bob grabbed Jerry by the arm.
“What is it?” asked Jerry.
“Smell that?”
“Acetylene gas! Some one has been here with a gas lamp, and within a few minutes,” agreed Jerry, sniffing the peculiar odor.
“Isn’t that a motor cycle leaning against the building?” asked Ned.