“Don’t you think it best to go?”
“Oh, yes, we can go. If it is one of Baxter’s tricks I’ll show him I am not afraid of him.”
“Shall we take the others along?”
“This note is for you and me only. Are you afraid?”
“Not a bit.”
“Then come on—we have just time enough,” said the young major, glancing at a clock on the wall.
Slipping on their overcoats and donning their caps, they ran to a side door of the building. They were soon out into the night without anybody seeing them depart but the boy upstairs who had dropped the note. He chuckled to himself and then ran to a window at the end of the long hallway.
“Something will be doing pretty soon now,” he said to himself, as he made a signal from the window.
All unconscious of the trap that had been set for them, Jack and Pepper hurried towards the old, disused boathouse. It was a dark night, with a suggestion of either rain or snow in the air.
“Go slow,” whispered Jack, as they came close to the building. “We don’t want to run into any trouble.”