A violent pull which jerked Bob back into the room interrupted the sentence, and it was not a second too soon, for as he fell back onto the floor a shot rang out and a bullet buried itself in a log at the back of the room.
“That was pretty close,” Bob gasped, as he picked himself up.
“I’ll say it was,” Jack agreed. “If I hadn’t been peeping out through that crack and see that other fellow pull his gun, we’d have had two invalids on our hands.”
“To say nothing of a dead one,” Bob returned soberly. “It was very careless of me to take my eyes off those other two fellows. I might have known.”
“Well, let’s hope that those fellows haven’t much ammunition with them,” Jack said, as he again peeped out through the crack.
“What are they doing?” Bob asked.
“Just standing there talking.”
“It’s a lucky thing for us that this cabin is made of good big logs and not of thin boards. We’re safe for the time being if we keep out of line with the windows.”
“But those fellows aren’t going to give up easy, and don’t you kid yourself that they are,” Jack declared, with his eyes still at the crack. “They’re playing for big stakes.”
“I know,” Bob replied. “But don’t forget that we are playing for the same stakes.”