We went over toward the shack, and tiptoed when we got close to it, so as not to make a bit of noise. The door was shut and there wasn’t any window. We came right close to the boards and held our breath and listened....
CHAPTER XXII—IN THE SHACK
Westy said, “Sh-h, do you hear anything inside?”
We both stood there listening, but there wasn’t a sound.
I said, “If it’s a bandit what will we do?”
“Shall I open the door?” he whispered.
He opened the door ever so little and we peeked in.
“Nothing there,” I said.
“Sh-h, yes, there is,” Westy whispered. “Look.”
Over in the corner was something that looked like a bag, and as I looked at it I saw it was a person. It was a kid, about ten years old I guess. He had a gray suit on. He was sound asleep.