"Say, I can't keep this up much longer."
"Come in here," was Dan Baxter's quick reply, and he shot into a small
lumber yard attached to a box factory. It was now after six o'clock and
the factory had shut down for the day.
Once in the lumber yard they hurried around several corners, and
presently came to a shed used for drying lumber. From this shed there
was a small door leading into the factory proper.
"I reckon we are safe enough here," said Dan Baxter, as they halted in
the shed and crouched down back of a pile of boards.
"Yes, but we can't stay here forever," replied Lew Flapp.
"We can stay as long as they hang around, Flapp."
In the meantime the Rover Boys reached the entrance to the yard, and
Dick, who had kept the lead, called a halt.
"I am pretty certain they ran in here," he declared.
"Then let us root them out," said Tom. "And the quicker the better."
The others were willing, and they entered the small lumber yard without
hesitation. As there were but three wagonways, each took one, and all
presently reached the entrance to the drying shed.
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