"I am pretty certain they ran in here," he declared.
"Then let us root them out," said Tom. "And the quicker the better."
The others were willing, and they entered the small lumber yard without hesitation. As there were but three wagonways, each took one, and all presently reached the entrance to the drying shed.
"See anybody?" questioned Dick.
"No," came from his brothers.
"Neither did I. I see there is a big brick wall around this yard. If they came in here they must have gone into this shed or into the factory itself."
"That's it, Dick," said Tom. He pushed open the door to the shed. "I'm going to investigate."
"So am I," said both of the others.
In the shed all was dark and soon Sam stumbled over some blocks of wood and fell headlong.
"Confound the darkness," he muttered. "We ought to have brought a light."