Five minutes later Dick sauntered back to the corner of the cabin at the front side. Dave approached from another direction. Tom and the others caught the meaning of the move. Then, all of a sudden, there was a scampering of feet.
"Look out!" yelled telltale Hen. "That crowd is up to something!"
"I know what they're up to!" shouted Fred. "Follow me!"
The older boys charged the cabin door, but they reached it just as Greg was dropping the bar into place.
"Get in through the windows—quick!" shouted Ripley. He himself made a dash for one of the windows. Click! went a shutter before his face, and the locking-pin was dropped in. In a trice all the shutters were in place.
Dick & Co. were in their castle!
"You fellows open that door!" stormed Fred Ripley.
"Come inside and make us!" mocked Dick.
"Open that door," summoned Fred, "or we'll get a log and use it for a battering ram. We can get the door down that way!"
Dick felt a throb of dismay. It would be possible to get the door down by the aid of a battering ram, if the boys outside could find a sufficiently large log and had the strength to use it.