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"I should
say that place hadn't been used, even as a chicken coop, in a
long while."
"We can soon tell!" exclaimed Tom, striding forward.
"Wait just a minute!" cried his companion, catching him by the
coat. "Don't be in such a hurry."
"Why not?" asked Tom. "There isn't any danger, is there?"
"I don't know about that. There's no telling who may be hidden
in that cabin, in spite of its deserted appearance. And though
there aren't any 'No Trespass' signs up, it may be that we
wouldn't be welcome. If there are some tramps there, which is
possible, they might take a notion to shoot at us first and ask
questions as to our peaceable intentions afterward--when it would
be too late."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Tom. "There aren't any tramps there and,
if there were, they wouldn't dare shoot. I'm going to see what
the mystery is--if there is one."
But there was no sign of life, and, taking this as an
indication that their advance would not be disputed, Jackson
followed Tom. The latter advanced until he could take in all the
details of the shack.


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