"Who was it--any of that crowd from over by the hemlocks?" demanded Andy,
much excited, and apparently ready to tear up things generally.
"I reckon 'twar that Jerry Wallington--wait till I gets him some day,
that's all."
"Hey, fellers, d'ye hear that? Another of that lot bagged in the cabin.
Come on, an' we'll do him up!" yelled the brawny leader, rushing forward.
When he reached the door, he tried in vain to break it open. It
seemed to be braced in such a manner that he could make no impression
on the planks.
"Bring me the ax, somebody!" he howled, after beating his fists vainly
against the panel.
One of his followers made haste to obey. When Andy was aroused in this
way the bravest of them did not dare brook his anger.
He immediately swung the implement about his head.
Crash! went the ax into the door, which began to split under the
vigorous assault, as though unable to stand long before such tactics.
"He'll do it--he's going to break his way in; and I've got Jerry's gun!
Oh! dear what shall we do?" exclaimed Will.
"Stop that chopping, you!" shouted Frank, running forward with
raised gun.
CHAPTER X
UNCLE TOBY FLIES HIGH
"Here, don't shoot!" shouted Andy, dodging behind one of his companions.
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