ked. Quick, find a rock, Hedley."
Rocks were easily found, but not so easily lifted out of the hard frozen snow. At last Keith managed to wrench one out and lifting it in both hands dealt the door a smashing blow. But the timber was stout and it took two more blows to burst the lock.
"Gee, but we've made noise enough to wake the dead," grumbled Tony, and the words were hardly out of his mouth before there came a shout from up above.
"Stop right there," came a voice, which Keith recognized only too plainly. "Stop right there or I'll drill ye both."
"It's Fargus," he told Tony. "What shall we do?"
"Get the scow into the water," snapped back Tony, as he seized one end of a narrow punt-like boat.
Keith caught the other. It was heavy, but excitement gave him strength and between them they sent the clumsy craft shooting out over the snow. "Launch her careful," warned Tony. "The water's running mighty strong."
"They got the scow." It was Mold's raucous voice. "Shoot,