you two would agree to stay here, I'll volunteer to creep up back of it and find out," said Jerry.
"You're all right, old fellow. Just the kind to tie to," replied Frank.
"Oh! I don't know. Any one of you would do the same for me. Besides, I guess—but then, it doesn't matter. Will you wait here, boys?" asked Jerry.
"Draw a little closer. Then let Will have your gun while you're away."
Jerry handed it over a little regretfully; indeed, he had calculated on carrying the weapon himself, though it must have been in the way.
They saw him creep off.
For quite some little time they watched, ready to rush forward if any sound announced that Jerry had been discovered, and was in trouble.
"They're getting supper. Don't look like our outfit, does it?" whispered Will, as he and Frank crouched there in the brush, waiting and watching.
"I should say not; still, the appetite is the main thing in the woods. A hungry man can forgive anything. Look behind the shack—isn't that something moving?"
What Frank had said was true, for just then Jerry crept across an open space, and for a few seconds they saw him plainly.
