At the end of the shack opposite the window were
two large doors, both closed. An electric light cord had been strung
from the house, supplying current to one or more lamps inside the
shack. The four radio boys prowled about the building, trying to find
some place from which they could get a view of the interior. At last
Joe found a place where a crack in a plank allowed them to see in.
All three of the gang were inside, seated on rickety chairs about
a rough pine table. And on this table, sure enough, was the missing
radio outfit!
Jimmy clenched his fists when he saw this, and was for an immediate
attack. But Bob had a more crafty scheme in his head.
"Here's a better stunt," he said, drawing his friends off to a little
distance so that they could talk without running the chance of being
overheard.
"If we break in on them, they might make trouble for us later," said
Bob. "But if we put their light out first, we'll be able to get hold
of Jimmy's outfit without their really knowing who's doing it."
"Cut the electric light cord, you mean?" said Joe, getting the idea
like a flash.
"That's the idea," said Bob. "Suppose you cut the cord, Jimmy, and the
second you do, we'll all rush those front doors. They've probably got
'em locked but if we land heavily enough I don't think that will stop
us.
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