But a sudden noise near the big main doors of the shed interrupted him.

"Come on!" exclaimed Tom in a whisper. "Some one's coming! They may see
us! Let's get out!"

Mr. Damon released the pressure on the spring switch, and the light went
out. After waiting a moment to let their eyes become accustomed to the
darkness, he and Tom stole to the door by which they had entered. As
they swung it cautiously open they again heard the noise near the main
portals by which Andy had formerly taken in and out the Anthony, as he
had named the aeroplane in which he and his father went to Alaska,
where, like Tom's craft, it was wrecked.

"Some one is coming in!" whispered Tom.

Hardly had he spoken when a light shone in the direction of the sound.
The illumination came from a big lantern of the ordinary kind, carried
by some one who had just entered the shed.

"Can you see who it is?" whispered Mr. Damon, peering eagerly forward;
too eagerly, for his foot struck against the wooden side wall with a
loud hang.

"Who's there?" suddenly demanded the person carrying the lantern.

He raised it high above his head, in order to cast the gleams into all
the distant corners. As he did so a ray of light fell upon his face.
"Andy Foger!" gasped Tom in a hoarse whisper.