“Here’s a little bottle, and it’s full of gasoline too,” remarked George, as he handed the article over. “When you’re ready to set fire to the pile, just scatter that stuff over it, and take care of your eyebrows, for she goes off with a whoop.”
“Say, they’re on to us,” announced Josh just then.
Looking toward the cabin, Jack could detect a head thrust around the corner; and from this he knew that one of the men had issued forth, wishing to learn what the forces arrayed against himself and his partner might be doing all this while.
So Jack made suggestive motions with his gun, as though tempted to shoot; and the head was withdrawn immediately.
“Is there any opening on the back of the shack?” he asked the men.
“Nope, not that yuh cud notice, son,” came the reply.
“Course, they might dodge out and run around to blaze away at our fire kindler, and then get back under cover again,” suggested George.
“I was thinking if I could work it so as to keep them quiet,” said Jack. “Let’s all move around so as to cover the side where the open door is. Then they’ll be liable to think we’re all there in a bunch. And if we see either man trying to sneak out, I’ll give him a scare, all right.”
To do this they had to go some little distance from the three tied-up motor boats; but Jack knew they could reach them long before the fugitives might, should they conceive the wild idea of making a dash that way. Besides, as a last resort, did he not have his gun, and were there not two trusty shells in its barrels?