I'll make for the table and grab Jim's outfit, and when you hear
me whistle twice you'll know I've got it, and we'll get out. They'll
probably be fighting each other in the dark for a while before they
even know we're gone."
"Bob, I take off my hat to you," said Joe admiringly. "We'll work it
just as you say."
Doughnuts had a pair of wire cutters with him, which he had used when
working on his set. Silent as ghosts, the four friends crept back to
the shack, and Jimmy carefully separated the two wires of the cable
and caught one of them between the jaws of his cutter.
"When the light goes out, we rush," whispered Bob. "Give us a few
seconds to get set, Jimmy, and then cut!"
Bob, Joe, and Herb withdrew about ten feet from the big front doors
and waited tensely for the light to go out.
A scarcely audible click, and the shack was plunged in darkness.
Like projectiles shot from a gun, the boys hurled themselves against
the doors, landing with a crashing impact that shattered the lock
into fragments and tore one of the doors bodily from its rusty hinges.
Shouts of terror rose from the panic-stricken bullies inside, taken
completely by surprise with no idea of what had come upon them. The
radio boys scattered them head over heels as they made for the table,
and the shack was a pandemonium of shouts, cries, and the crash of
overturned chairs.
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