Now the progress was even more slow and cautious. It seemed at times as if Jim hardly moved, so afraid was he of making a noise; but the advance was certain, and finally he stopped, motioning for Jet to come beside him.
The two were hardly more than a dozen feet from the weapon, and about the same distance farther away was the man they hoped to make prisoner.
His pipe had gone out, his head was sunk on his breast, and there was every indication of his having fallen asleep.
"Can you get the gun?" Jet whispered.
Jim nodded his head.
"Then creep up to it. I'll have the revolver ready, and jump in if he awakens. In case he's still asleep we'll go toward him until he opens his eyes. Start now," and Jet drew his weapon.
The boys advanced side by side until Jim grasped the gun, and then Jet motioned for him to rise to his feet, he setting the example.
They stepped forward softly, each with his weapon leveled at the half-reclining man, who did not so much as move until the boys were close upon him.
Then he lazily opened his eyes, and turned his head ever so slightly.
"Throw up your hands; but don't make the slightest noise, or I'll shoot you as I would a dog!" Jet said, sternly.