“’Bout time to stop ’em, isn’t it?” Jack asked.
“Yes, I guess so, if we can,” Bob replied somewhat doubtfully.
As he spoke he pushed open the little window and looked out. The men had stopped about twenty feet from the door and had placed the log on the ground to recover their wind before making the second trial.
“Better not try it again,” he shouted, holding his automatic in his hand in such a way that the men could not fail to see it.
All three men gave a sudden start of surprise, and for a moment no one spoke. Then the leader, Jacques Harbaugh, stepped slowly toward the window.
“That’s near enough,” Bob told him, when he had advanced about half way to the window.
“So it’s you, oui?”
“Looks like it.”
“What you want up here?”
“Do you need to ask?”