The speaker broke off short, as a sound from outside reached his ears. Tired of waiting for Dave, Roger and the other students had come closer and Henshaw had stumbled over a loose stone and gone crashing into a hollow among some bushes.
"Somebody out there!" ejaculated Pud Frodel, and caught up a club that stood handy.
"Maybe they're following us!" returned his companion. "Come on and see. We don't want to be cornered in a place like this."
"Oh, my ankle!" came in a painful cry from Henshaw. He had given that member a severe wrench.
"Some of the schoolboys!" cried one of the men.
"Let us get out," added the other.
"Are those two fellows we know in the crowd?"
"No, these are all strangers."
After having run out of the cabin, the two men went in again. Then they seemed to suddenly disappear.
"Hullo, Dave!" sang out Roger. He could see but little in the gloom of the coming night, for it was now nearly supper time.