“That was Diethelm,” Judy said desperately. “We’ve notified the ranger headquarters, but I doubt they can get men here quickly enough either!”
“If only we could block the private road somehow, so those hi-jackers can’t get their truck out!” Kathleen exclaimed. “What could we use?”
Frantically, the three looked about the premises, but not an object was available which would offer an impediment to a powerful truck.
“The clothesline,” Miss Meadows suggested doubtfully. “We could tie it to trees, across the road.”
“It would snap in an instant,” Judy said. “I doubt even a wire would delay them.”
“Then there’s nothing we can do,” Miss Meadows said desperately. “Absolutely nothing.”
“Nails?” proposed Kathleen. “We could throw them on the road and hope they’d spear the tires.”
“There’s a can of nails on the porch,” Miss Meadows supplied eagerly. “The carpenter who must have built this cottage, apparently left them.”
“It’s an idea,” Judy said slowly, “but it won’t work. Those big truck tires would roll right over the nails without a puncture. Not even glass would cut them.”
“I guess that’s right,” Miss Meadows admitted, crestfallen. “Oh, it’s hopeless.”