Jack, Andy, Bluff and Tom were quick to declare themselves opposed to any change of plan, at least, until after they had reached their goal, which was the foot of the cedar on top of the hill.
This decision seemed to give Paul more heart, and when they left the open space he cast a last glance back at it, as though still puzzled.
The trees grew even more dense as they drew nearer the foot of that peculiar rise in the ground which went to make up what they called a hill. Indeed, the boys were astonished to find such an almost impenetrable jungle.
"Isn't that some sort of shack you can see over yonder?" asked Phil, presently.
As the rest looked, they agreed that it looked like a rude shelter, made out of branches, and some boards fastened together in a crude way.
There was no sign of life about the place, and after making sure of this the scouts grew bold enough to advance upon it from what seemed to be the rear, though this could be settled only by the fact that the entrance to the rustic hut appeared to be on the other side.
Creeping noiselessly up until they were alongside the shelter, the scouts set about finding loopholes through which they might obtain a glimpse of what lay on the other side of those frail walls.
Then one by one they drew back, and the looks they cast at each other indicated that what they had seen was not a pleasant sight.