Even
his position was unchanged and in the dim light the boys were
unable to decide whether or not he had even glanced in the
direction from which the hail had come.
"There's only one thing we can do," said George.
"What's that?" demanded Grant.
"Go around to the other side and tell Fred we've got to have the
door unlocked. Then we'll make a rush on the fellow before he
knows that we are after him."
The suggestion was quickly followed and soon the four boys were
standing together in front of the side-door which opened upon the
dock.
"Now, then," said Fred, who insisted upon retaining his key,
"when I unlock the door all four of us must make a rush
together."
"That's right," whispered George as he grasped more tightly the
bat which he was holding in his hand.
"Let String and George go ahead. They are the best armed," said
Grant.
For some reason Grant was less excited than his companions, a
fact which escaped the attention of the boys at that time.
"All ready!" whispered Fred. Quickly turning the key he opened
the door and together the four boys darted into the boat-house.
Although the moon was shining, the interior of the room was
somewhat darker than it had been on the dock. The boys, however,
were able to see clearly the man who was still standing near the
Black Growler. Not even when they rushed upon him did he turn his
face toward them.
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