There was a concerted rush to the window situated on that side of the building toward which the oncoming rider seemed to be heading.
"Careful!" warned Frank hastily. "He may be looking ahead and see us!"
What he said caused both the others to drop down to the floor and crawl forward until they could look out. This was easily done, for the reason that not a single pane of glass remained in any sash.
"I see him just dropping down into that little hollow!" snapped the keen-eyed Lanky almost instantly.
"Was it Zeke?" asked Paul, in palpitating tones.
"Sure was," came the reply. "Leastways, I glimpsed a shiny bald head, and as Frank observed he owned to such."
"Then we'd better be getting back to our hiding place in that clump of rocks, hadn't we?" Paul continued.
"Can't be done! He's coming from that quarter, you notice, and the chances are we'd be seen," Lanky informed him.
"The door, then! Could we risk that?" demanded the other.
Frank shook his head in the negative.