“Open door, queek.”
“Who are you and what do you want?” Bob asked.
“Never mind dat,” was the growling answer. “You open door or we bust her open.”
“So that’s your game,” Bob answered in loud tones. “All right. Go ahead and do your busting, but you’ll get a chunk of cold lead where it’ll do the most good if you do.”
At this threat the boys heard a muttered oath followed by footsteps which soon died away and all was still.
“Guess that kinder took the wind out of their sails,” Jack laughed.
“Looks like it, but they may be back,” Bob agreed. “What time is it?”
“Almost three o’clock.”
“Well, I guess we’d better stay awake,” Bob advised. “It’ll be light in another half hour or so.” Evidently Jack had been right, for they heard nothing more of the intruders.
“We’ve got lots of time. It isn’t five o’clock yet. Let’s go and take a squint at that cabin. What do you say?” They had just finished washing the breakfast dishes and Bob made the proposal as he was washing out the drying towel.