“Thank God,” Stebbins murmured, as he sank back and closed his eyes.
“There, we’ve got peep holes on all four sides,” Jack announced awhile later, “and I, for one, am mighty hungry.”
“Which is a chronic condition if I know anything about you,” Bob laughed.
“But dinner’ll be ready in about fifteen minutes. Think you can hold out that long?”
“I’ll try,” Jack sighed.
During the afternoon they kept close watch at the peep holes, but nothing was seen of the three men.
“All the same, I’ll bet a cent they’re not far off,” Bob declared.
“I wouldn’t take you,” Jack said.
“They watch heap sharp, see if we start go way,” Kernertok suggested.
“My idea exactly,” Bob agreed. “They think that if they can only get us out of the cabin we will be at their mercy.”