“There’s somebody in the shed,” he whispered. “See the light?” “Now wouldn’t that jar you,” Jack said in a disgusted tone. “Who do you suppose it can be?” Rex whispered. “Like’s not the cook is going to sleep there,” Bob replied. “Well, what’s the next move?” Jack asked. “We’ll have to wait and see,” Bob whispered. “I guess it’s his move.” “But what can we do if he does sleep there?” Rex asked anxiously. “Well,” Bob replied, “those fellows usually sleep as though they were dead and I guess we can get them without waking him up. We’ll have a try at it anyhow.” For all of a half hour they waited while the light continued to burn, but at last it went out and the boys strained their ears to catch the sound of any one leaving the shed. But no sound came to them and they were forced to conclude that the cook or someone else was to occupy the place for the night. “Punk luck,” Bob whispered. “But we’ve got to have those peaveys, cook or no cook.” “Spoken like a general,” Jack declared as he nudged Rex. “We’ll give him a few minutes to get to sleep,” Bob said. “Usually it takes those fellows just about one second to be dead to the world, but this one might be an exception.” “Better say he’d be sure to be,” Jack laughed. Slowly the minutes passed until, when Rex was certain they had waited not less than an hour, Bob said as he glanced at his watch: “It’s been ten minutes. He ought to be asleep by this time if he’s ever going to be. You stay here and I’ll see how the land lays.” He quickly covered the few yards to the shed, and, a minute later, was crouching beneath the little window at the rear. At first he could hear no sound. “He might have gone back to the camp after all,” he thought. But a moment later the faint sound of heavy breathing reached his sharp ears. “He’s there all right and sound asleep,” he thought as he hastened back to where he had left the others. “All right,” he announced. “He’s in slumberland all right.” “What if there’s more than one there and the other one is awake?” Rex asked. “That’s a risk we’ll have to take, I guess,” and Bob shrugged his shoulders. Still another disappointment awaited them for, when they came around to the front of the shed, they found to their surprise that the door was fastened. “That’s a funny thing,” Jack whispered. “They don’t usually even have locks on the doors up here.” “There’s no lock on this one either, unless it’s a bolt on the inside,” Bob said. “More than likely he’s got something propped against it.” “Well, it don’t make much difference either way,” Jack whispered. “It’s fastened and we want to get in, and the main question is, how are we going to do it.” “The only way is the little window at the back. Think you can squeeze through it? It’s open.” “I’ll try anything once,” Jack replied as he started back.