“Me an’ Sicum keep heap good watch,” the Indian assured them, as they started off.
They paused to listen, as they were close beside the cabin, but all was still. The tiny windows were too high to permit them to peep in from the ground, and besides they were so covered with dirt that Bob declared it would be impossible to see through them even if they got up high enough. So they quickly made their way around to the front. The door was closed and fastened with a heavy padlock.
“No getting in here without breaking that lock,” Bob declared. “Let’s see what it looks like around back.”
But the prospect was not much more promising, as the small door evidently was fastened with a bar on the inside, and although they pushed against it with all their strength, they were not able to make the slightest impression on it.
“Guess we’ll have to try the windows after all,” Bob declared, as he stepped back after a final push.
“All right, let’s make it snappy,” Jack agreed, as he started around to the side.
Here there were two small windows, each of a single pane of glass about twelve by fourteen inches. Bob took a stand under one of them and in an instant Jack was on his shoulders.
“Can’t see a blamed thing,” he declared a moment later.
“Is it puttied on the outside?” Bob asked.
“No; it’s just set into the frame from the inside.”