“Go out and see if the coast is clear.”
“I know it is—our way. We’re to make direct for the high fence behind the hangars. Near the freight gate, you know. We can open it from the inside.”
“Let’s be in a hurry, then. Remember there’s something else to do.”
“I haven’t forgotten it. The job’s easy this far. Come ahead.”
“We’ll have to carry him?”
“Yes.”
Dave was lifted up and swung along by the two men as if he were a bag of grain. They made straight for the high rear fence of the grounds. This they followed for a few hundred feet.
“Here’s the gate,” announced one of the men, and they dropped Dave to the ground.
There was a jangling of chains and hasps. From where he lay Dave could see the open country beyond the gateway. He was carried through. Several vehicles were in view, and the horses attached to most of them were hitched to trees or the fence supports. Their owners, Dave judged, were up at a place some distance away. Here there were lights and animation. Dave knew that the building was located there, outside of the grounds, where the supplies from farmers and by rail were received.
“Say,” spoke one of the men carrying him, “there’s half a dozen horses and wagons here.”