“Right.”
Jack set to work. In the meanwhile, Wallace roamed about, describing things to Jack as he came across them—cooking utensils, bedding, several iron cots, some clothing, two leather jackets, two holsters and automatics. Jack had pried open one board. He called, “Wallace, come here!”
They looked into the box. It was full of rifles. Their eyes met in astonishment; even though this was what they had been expecting. Jack gasped, “Well, that’s that.”
Wallace said, “Now close it again. Do it so there won’t be any suspicion that it was opened.”
When the job was completed, Wallace looked at his watch. “Hey!” he cried. “We have been away forty-five minutes already. Let’s get out.”
They looked around for the door but they couldn’t see it. It had swung to without their being aware of it. Both boys rushed over to where they thought the door would be; they pounded and pushed against the wall, but in vain. Wallace exclaimed, “Can you imagine a thing like that! We were so excited we forgot we had to come out again and took no precaution.”
Jack agreed. “Yes, it’s our fault. But let’s not get excited. We’ll get out.”
“I suppose so. But the boys out there will become worried if we don’t show up.”
“Then they’ll come after us.”
“But suppose they don’t find the door?”