SUCCESS
The man was sitting in front of a small fire, over which he had evidently been cooking, for the frying-pan was close at hand, and the odor of bacon could be distinguished in the air.
Most likely he had just finished his morning meal, and was now solacing himself with a pipe.
The stolen gun had been leaned against a tree close by the hut, and about a half a dozen yards from its new possessor, but on the opposite side from where the boys were crouching.
"What are you goin' to do?" Jim whispered.
"We've got to get hold of him somehow, and by that means prevent Bob and Sam from knowing what we are about."
Jim nodded to show that he agreed fully in this assertion.
"I don't s'pose you'd dare to shoot him."
"Of course not; that would be murder."
"Then how is it to be fixed?"