"What if anyone pounces on us?" asked Peggy in rather a scared tone.
"No fear of that," replied Roy, "the place is plainly unoccupied."
They entered the hut and found it to be as primitive inside as its exterior would indicate. A table and two rude chairs stood within. These, with the exception of a rusty cook stove in one corner, formed the sole furnishings. There was not even a window in the place.
"Nothing much to be found here," declared Roy after a cursory examination; "I guess this shack was put up by lumbermen or hunters. It doesn't seem to have been occupied for a long time."
"I guess the men who took the aëroplane must have been pretty familiar with the place though," opined Jimsy.
"No doubt of that," replied Roy, "but that doesn't give us any clew to their identity beyond bare suspicions."
"Yes, and suspicions aren't much good in law," chimed in Peggy, "they—Good gracious!"
The door closed suddenly with a bang. Before Jimsy could spring across the room to open it there came a sharp click.
"Somebody's padlocked it on the outside!" he cried.
"And we're prisoners!" gasped Peggy.