The window was all of six feet from the ground, as the shed at the back rested on piles driven into the soil. It was small and was not glassed in, a piece of burlap serving to keep out the snow and rain. But this was now drawn aside. “Great guns! A good-sized cat couldn’t get through that hole,” Rex declared as Bob flashed his light upward. “S-hh,” Bob whispered. “Keep quiet a minute. If there should be anyone awake in there he’ll see that flash.” But although they waited several minutes, all was still and only the sound of the sleeper inside as he breathed came to their ears. “I guess it’s all right,” Bob whispered. “When it comes to getting through a small hole Jack’s more than half cat,” he explained to Rex, who nevertheless shook his head doubtfully. Meanwhile Jack had been taking off his boots. “Here goes for a try at it,” he declared as he slipped the flashlight into his pocket. The next moment he was standing on Bob’s shoulders. For an instant he waited listening. Then, letting himself down until he was on his knees on Bob’s shoulders, he cautiously threw the rays of the torch into the room. It was littered with all sorts of paraphernalia pertaining to the driving of logs. Over in one of the farther corners was a big pile of peaveys, but, although the breathing of the sleeper came plainly to his ears, no sign of him could he see. “That’s funny,” he thought as he cast the light about. Then his heart sank for, as he looked downward, he saw a cot bed directly beneath the window and on it was stretched a powerfully built man. “So near and yet so far,” he groaned as he cast another glance at the peaveys. The next moment he had jumped to the ground. “What’s wrong,” Bob and Rex whispered at the same time. “Everything, I guess,” Jack explained. “That guy’s got his bed right under the window, that’s all.” “Whew! I should say that was enough,” Rex gasped. “I guess that puts the window out of commission then,” Bob said. “It sure does,” Jack agreed, as he began to pull on his boots. “Even Rex’s cat couldn’t get in that window without waking him up and he’s a giant.” “What are we going to do?” Rex asked. “I have another plan which may work and may not,” Jack began. “You see he’s got a piece of two by four propped against the door. Now I noticed that there’s a pretty big crack beneath it and if we can get hold of a lath or something of the sort we may be able to push it down. Of course it may wake him up when it falls but, as Bob said a while ago, these fellows usually sleep so sound that a cannon wouldn’t disturb them. Anyhow it’s the only way I can think of. But I’m open to suggestions.” “I think your idea is good,” Bob whispered. “I don’t believe there’s any other way and if he wakes up, we can beat it.” “All right then. You wait here and I’ll sneak out back of the camp and see if I can find a piece of stick thin enough to go under the door,” and Jack was off before they had a chance to speak.