Meanwhile Jack had been taking off his boots.
“Here goes for a try at it,” he declared as he slipped the flashlight into his pocket.
The next moment he was standing on Bob’s shoulders. For an instant he waited listening. Then, letting himself down until he was on his knees on Bob’s shoulders, he cautiously threw the rays of the torch into the room. It was littered with all sorts of paraphernalia pertaining to the driving of logs. Over in one of the farther corners was a big pile of peaveys, but, although the breathing of the sleeper came plainly to his ears, no sign of him could he see.
“That’s funny,” he thought as he cast the light about.
Then his heart sank for, as he looked downward, he saw a cot bed directly beneath the window and on it was stretched a powerfully built man.
“So near and yet so far,” he groaned as he cast another glance at the peaveys.
The next moment he had jumped to the ground.
“What’s wrong,” Bob and Rex whispered at the same time.
“Everything, I guess,” Jack explained. “That guy’s got his bed right under the window, that’s all.”
“Whew! I should say that was enough,” Rex gasped.