As they crept forward they saw that the building, evidently many years old and constructed of rough boards, was built so that its back was close against a cliff the top of which reached thirty or more feet above the roof. There was no sign of life about the place and, as they drew nearer, they saw that the door was open a few inches.
“Looks kind of spooky,” Jack whispered.
They were close to the door and Bob, after listening a moment, pushed it open and entered, closely followed by Jack. A hasty glance about told them that the place was empty so far as living beings were concerned. And the same statement was nearly true as regards other things. An old table so rickety that it seemed about ready to fall to the ground, and the remains of two or three chairs completed the inventory.
“Not much here,” Jack declared.
“Does look rather forlorn,” Bob agreed.
As he spoke his eye caught sight of a door at the back of the room.
“Wonder where this door goes to,” he said as he started across the room.
Unlike the rest of the building the door appeared to be of recent construction. The boards were thick and much newer than those of the shack proper and it was closed by a heavy bar across the middle.
“Take a look outside while I see if I can open it,” Bob said, as he placed his hand on the bar.
The bar fitted so snugly that it required some effort to remove it and Jack was back just as he succeeded in pulling it out.