"We"ll all go at it," declared Bob. "And we"ll get it done in jig time. Probably it won"t be done like cabinet work, but we can make it reasonably tight and snug just the same. Come along now and let"s get busy."
They picked themselves up and made their way to the attic and set to work. They were hampered at first by lack of tools, but search of the house brought to light a couple of rusty hammers and saws, and they managed to make a fairly good job of it. At least they had made it secure against rain or snow, and that was all they could hope to do under the circ.u.mstances.
The sun was getting low in the western sky as they were putting in the last nails. Suddenly Herb stopped and listened.
"Who"s that calling?" he asked.
CHAPTER IV
THE BULLY APPEARS
Joe went to a window in the side of the attic and peered out. Then he gave a low whistle.
"What"s the game?" inquired Bob curiously.
"It"s Buck Looker and his gang," replied his chum. "How in the world did they happen to get here just at this minute? Five minutes more and we"d have been gone."
"Now I suppose it will all come out about the bear," said Herb regretfully. "I was hoping we could keep that to ourselves."
"Perhaps it"s just as well," said Bob thoughtfully. "We"d have to explain anyhow how we came to fall through the roof, and of course we"d tell the truth about it. What we"ve done now is only a makeshift job, and we"ll have to get some carpenter to make a perfect thing of it at our expense. That"s the only fair thing to do."
"h.e.l.lo, up there!" came a voice from below, which they recognized as Buck Looker"s. "Who"s up there and what are you doing?"
Bob, who had come up to Joe"s side, thrust his head out of the window.
"Some of my friends and myself are here," he answered. "We broke through the roof of the house and we"ve just been fixing it up."
"Broke through the roof!" came in a gasp from below. "What business did you have on the roof of my house? You"re going to get into trouble for this."
"Oh, I don"t know," replied Bob. "We"re not worrying much about it."
"Well, you"d better worry," growled Buck truculently. "You come right down and get out of my house as fast as your legs can carry you or I"ll--I"ll----"
"Yes," said Bob quietly, "go right ahead with what you were going to say, Buck Looker. You"ll do what?"
Buck hesitated, for there was a note in Bob"s voice that he did not like.
"You"ll see what I"ll do," he bl.u.s.tered. "You get right out of my house."
"Now listen, Buck Looker," replied Bob. "We"re going to get out of this house for just two reasons. The first is that there"s nothing especially attractive to keep us here, and the second is that we"ve finished our work and were just about to go anyway. But don"t fool yourself into thinking that we"re going because you tell us to. If your father told us to, we"d have to, because it"s his property. But it isn"t yours and what you say doesn"t interest us a little bit. Get that?"
There was a growling response, of which they did not catch the words, and Bob turned to his companions.
"Come along, fellows," he said. "Let"s go down and see what this terrible man-eater and his cronies are going to do to us."
"I only wish they"d give us an excuse for pitching into them," said Joe. "I"ve been aching to give Buck Looker a licking ever since that time Mr. Preston came along and stopped us."
"No chance," laughed Bob. "Buck is prudent enough when any one comes face to face with him. As a long distance fighter he"s a wonder, but he wilts fast enough when a sc.r.a.p seems coming."
The radio boys brushed off their clothes, restored the tools to their places, and went downstairs and out on the front porch, where they found the bully and his friends in close conversation.
"It"s time you got out of here!" exclaimed Buck. "My father will have something to say about this, and maybe he"ll have you all arrested for burglary."
At this the boys could not help laughing, and Buck"s face grew red with fury, while a venomous light glowed in his mean eyes.
"You"ll laugh out of the other side of your mouths when you find yourselves in jail," he shouted.
"Now look here," burst out Joe, taking a step toward him, "you"ve gone quite far enough. You keep a civil tongue in your head, or I"ll give you what I"ve owed you ever since Mr. Preston came between us. And there"s no Mr. Preston here now."
Bob put a restraining hand on his friend"s arm.
"Easy, Joe," he counseled.
Then he turned to the bully.
"We don"t owe you any explanation, Buck Looker," he said, "but we do owe one to your father, and you can tell him what we say. We were chased by a bear who had wandered away from his master. We chose this house for safety because it was the only place at hand and we couldn"t do anything else. First we got up on the roof of the porch, but the bear came after us there and we had to take to the roof of the house itself. While we were going across it, part of it caved in and let us down into the attic. Afterward we tried to repair the damage for the time, and you can tell your father that we will pay whatever is necessary to make the roof as good as it was before."
"Chased by a bear!" repeated Buck, with a sneer. "That"s a likely story. There hasn"t been a bear around these parts for a hundred years. Tell that to the marines."
"I suppose that means that I"m telling a falsehood," said Bob, his eyes taking on a steely glint.
"I didn"t say that," muttered Buck, as he stole a glance at Bob"s clenched fist. "But you can tell that to my father and see if he believes it."
"He can believe it or not as he sees fit," replied Bob. "Come along, fellows."
"Just notice that we"re going of our own accord," put in Joe, as he prepared to follow his friend down the steps. "Don"t you want to throw us off the porch or any little thing like that?" he inquired politely, pausing a moment for an answer.
But the only answer was a snarl, and the radio boys left the bully there and went on to the place a little way off where they had dropped their bags when the bear came upon them.
Jimmy, who was in the van, suddenly gave a cry of dismay.
"The bags are gone!" he exclaimed. "I dropped mine right here, and now there are no signs of it."
"And mine was close by this tree," cried Herb. "That"s gone too."
They hunted about for a few minutes, but the search was fruitless.
"Look here!" exclaimed Joe, at last. "Those bags didn"t walk away of their own accord. Somebody"s taken them."
"And after working all day to fill them!" groaned Jimmy.
"Say, fellows," said Bob. "The only ones that have been around here have probably been Buck Looker and his gang. There"s the answer."
"But they didn"t have any bags with them," interposed Herb.