“Stay where you are. We’ll pour in a few volleys,” exclaimed Andy.
By this time the women had been aroused.
“Don’t come out,” ordered Chester. But, arming themselves, they insisted, and were made to lie down and shoot in the volleys with the others.
Three times responses came from the dam, then there were no more.
“They’ve taken to the woods. Let’s follow,” cried Ted.
“Which is just what they want,” returned Andy. “We’ll at least wait until daylight.”
Never did time seem to go so slowly as to the anxious watchers, for none of them could be persuaded to return to bed. But at last dawn broke, and they cautiously advanced upon the dam.
Three axes, as many crowbars, and some dynamite lay about on the right side of the gate. But no harm had been done to it.
“You got that drink of water just in the nick of time, Margie,” exclaimed Chester. “If it hadn’t been for you, E 1 would be minus an irrigation plant this morning.”
“Let’s trail them right now. Here’s a bully track!” cried Phil.