“Got your flash with you?” Jack asked.
“Yep, I just happened to have it in my pocket,” Bob replied.
“That’s luck. Mine’s in the camp.”
“Well, let’s get the peaveys and then we’ll be on our way,” and Bob led the way back to the shed.
But securing the peaveys proved a more difficult task than they had anticipated.
CHAPTER XII
A TOUGH TASK
As the boys emerged from the clump of pines Bob, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped.
“There’s somebody in the shed,” he whispered. “See the light?”
“Now wouldn’t that jar you,” Jack said in a disgusted tone.
“Who do you suppose it can be?” Rex whispered.