"He knew I had glimpsed him,
and he didn't have the nerve to hold over and meet us face to face.
Wonder if it would make him run any faster if you banged away a
couple of times with your gun, Ralph?"
The idea did not seem to appeal to Ralph, however, for he made not
the slightest effort to act upon it. Standing there, he stared around
at the gloomy woods and waited to see what Hugh would so.
The latter had also taken a fair survey of the singular picture as
seen by the weird light of the torch. Presently he stepped forward
and turned the corner of the shack. Ralph followed him closely,
while Bud, still holding his cudgel in an aggressive manner, posted
himself at the corner, where he could not only watch what the other
fellows did but at the same time keep an eye on the door. He did
not mean to leave the way open for anybody to sneak into the shack
while their attention was directed elsewhere,---not if he knew his
duty, and he believed he did.
Now Hugh, being an experienced scout, first of all thought to make
sure that they had really been spied upon. This he knew could be
readily ascertained by examining the ground under the opening called
a window. Men can hardly stand on ordinary soil without leaving
some sort of impression there.
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