“I guess that puts the window out of commission then,” Bob said.
“It sure does,” Jack agreed, as he began to pull on his boots. “Even Rex’s cat couldn’t get in that window without waking him up and he’s a giant.”
“What are we going to do?” Rex asked.
“I have another plan which may work and may not,” Jack began. “You see he’s got a piece of two by four propped against the door. Now I noticed that there’s a pretty big crack beneath it and if we can get hold of a lath or something of the sort we may be able to push it down. Of course it may wake him up when it falls but, as Bob said a while ago, these fellows usually sleep so sound that a cannon wouldn’t disturb them. Anyhow it’s the only way I can think of. But I’m open to suggestions.”
“I think your idea is good,” Bob whispered. “I don’t believe there’s any other way and if he wakes up, we can beat it.”
“All right then. You wait here and I’ll sneak out back of the camp and see if I can find a piece of stick thin enough to go under the door,” and Jack was off before they had a chance to speak.
He was back in less than five minutes with a lath, which he declared would be just the thing. And so it proved for it slipped through the crack beneath the door with considerable space to spare.
“Easy now,” Bob whispered as Jack moved the lath back and forth.
“There it is,” he declared as he began to push.
A loud bang from within soon announced his success in knocking down the prop.