"
They accepted this proposition eagerly. The hut was a substantial
looking building with a padlock on the door. But the portal stood wide
open, the padlock hanging in a hasp.
"What if anyone pounces on us?" asked Peggy in rather a scared tone.
"No fear of that," replied Roy, "the place is plainly unoccupied."
They entered the hut and found it to be as primitive inside as its
exterior would indicate. A table and two rude chairs stood within.
These, with the exception of a rusty cook stove in one corner, formed
the sole furnishings. There was not even a window in the place.
"Nothing much to be found here," declared Roy after a cursory
examination; "I guess this shack was put up by lumbermen or hunters.
It doesn't seem to have been occupied for a long time."
"I guess the men who took the aeroplane must have been pretty familiar
with the place though," opined Jimsy.
"No doubt of that," replied Roy, "but that doesn't give us any clew to
their identity beyond bare suspicions."
"Yes, and suspicions aren't much good in law," chimed in Peggy,
"they--Good gracious!"
The door closed suddenly with a bang.
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