"They're getting supper. Don't look like our outfit, does it?" whispered
Will, as he and Frank crouched there in the brush, waiting and watching.
"I should say not; still, the appetite is the main thing in the woods. A hungry man can forgive anything. Look behind the shack—isn't that something moving?"
What Frank had said was true, for just then Jerry crept across an open space, and for a few seconds they saw him plainly.
Then he daringly slipped in through the open door of the cabin, doubtless taking advantage of the attention of the campers being turned elsewhere.
"Come on, move up a little. I'm too nervous now to stay quiet," said Frank.
While they were thus advancing there suddenly arose a tremendous clamor.
It appeared to issue from the interior of the dilapidated cabin in which
Andy's crowd had taken up their quarters.
"Oh! what has happened now?" exclaimed Will, scrambling to his feet.
"Look!" cried Frank.
Something came flying out of the door of the shack, and landing in a heap rolled over and over, clawing at every object within reach.
Then it sat up and looked around in a frightened way.