"How about the door, fellows?" suggested Ned. "Do you suppose we could batter it down? It may not be as solid as it looks!"
"Never can tell till you try!" hopefully spoke up Jack. "What shall we use as a battering ram? They failed to leave us anything."
"Pull loose some floor boards," Jimmie advised, wiping the blood from his injured ear. "Get a good heavy plank!"
"Guess not this trip!" said Harry, rejecting the suggestion. "This floor is made of hard packed dirt and there are no boards!"
"If it was lighter in here, we could see better!" Ned cried. "Have any of you got an electric searchlight with you?"
A quick canvass of the group showed that none of the boys had the desired article. All had been left on the Grey Eagle.
"Pull out that post there!" advised Jack, handing the pistol and jacket back to Jimmie. "All of us get hold of it."
"I'm going to turn in a 'four-eleven'!" announced Jimmie, adjusting the strap of his holster over his head and drawing his automatic from its place. "Maybe someone will hear it and unbar the door!"
"Shoot straight up, Jimmie!" cautioned Ned.
"All right, Boss!" replied the lad, pointing the weapon toward the thatch and pressing the trigger. "Look at that fire up there!" he added, directing the attention of his chums toward the roof.