“Listen. We want to be careful, and not run unnecessary risks. It’s just a little box of a station with a window in this end nearest us, a door there in front, and probably a window on the other end. I think that window is too small for a man to escape through, don’t you?”
The boys agreed.
“Big enough for pigeons,” commented Bob. “That’s about all.”
“Well, see what you think of my plan. We’ll creep up to the door, and crouch to each side of it, then knock and call on whoever is within to come out and surrender.”
Bob and Frank considered.
“Sounds all right to me,” said Frank.
“Why not break right in?” grumbled Bob.
Jack shook his head.
“Best to be cautious,” he said. “Let’s go.”
Slowly and with infinite care so as not to dislodge loose stones and set them rolling down the hillside or to make any betraying sound, the boys crept to their chosen positions, Bob and Frank on one side of the door, Jack on the other. The revolvers served out to them by Ensign Warwick were held ready. Not a sound from within. Was their presence known or suspected?