As no sound of surly remonstrance followed this action on his part, it became evident that the hollow tree was not occupied by any animal.
“If it is a den there’s nobody at home right now,” announced Roger; “so we can crawl through the doorway and settle down.”
After his customary impetuous fashion he insisted on being the one to lead the way, and was quickly inside the hollow tree.
“How do you find it?” asked Dick, thrusting his head through the opening.
“There seems to be plenty of room for two in here,” was the quick reply; “and, although I don’t just fancy the odor, still I think we could do worse, especially if it comes on to rain hard.”
Upon hearing this Dick hastened to creep through the hole, carrying his gun with him of course. He had something on his mind, apparently, for hardly had he reached the side of the other boy than Dick thrust his gun into Roger’s hands, remarking:
“I noticed an old stump just outside there, and I’d better go and roll it up, so as to cover this opening, more or less.”
“Then you must be thinking that some animal may come in here, and you mean to block the passage so we will not be taken by surprise; is that it?”
“Nothing less, Roger,” Dick replied, as he started to crawl out again.
“If I can help you, let me know,” called out Roger.