“Lots. I discovered a box full, so we’ll be comfortable.” Kramer was lying on the bed, but his eyes were closed and he did not move.
“Asleep?” Summers wanted to know.
“Yes, just dozed off. If you find anything to eat, bring it along.”
“Sure pop. I say, Bob, are those guns you have, loaded?” Jim asked.
“To the gills,” the young fellow replied.
“Well, you keep them handy—”
“Shoot first and apologize afterwards,” Carl advised.
“The door is a good solid one and it has a bar across,” Bob told them so they realized that his labors had not made him forget to be cautious.
“So long. Meet you in the olive grove.” The two went out again and in the shed they found a couple of hatchets, a spade, and a short handled pick, which they took with them to the hole and immediately set to work to locate a weak spot in the mass. Necessity made them search thoroughly and at last they were rewarded by discovering a place where some of the beams had only a few inches of covering, which Jim industriously shoveled out of the way while Carl held the torch.
“Here she comes,” Austin exclaimed with satisfaction. Summers stuck the light in the ground, the two hauled on the boards and presently had a good sized opening.