"We'd be starved to death by the time you cut through that stuff," declared Jimsy.
In proof of this he kicked the door, and the resulting sound showed that it was built of solid wood without any thin panels which might be cut through.
"What next?"
Peggy asked the question as the two perspiring lads stood perplexed without speaking or moving.
"Jiggered if I know," spoke Jimsy; "can't you or Roy think of anything?"
"We might try to batter the door down with that table," suggested Roy.
"It's worth trying. We've got to get out of here somehow."
The two boys picked up the heavy, roughly made table and commenced a violent assault on the door. But although they dented it heavily, and sent some splinters flying, the portal held its own. At length they desisted from pure weariness. The situation looked hopeless.
"It looks pretty bad," spoke Jimsy.
"It does indeed," agreed Roy. "Peggy, I wish we hadn't brought you along."