The door was still partly open.

Dick, in advance, pushed his way inside.
"Well of all the boobies, what do you think of us ?" demanded young Prescott, in deep disgust.
"We wouldn't take any blue ribbons at a brains' show--that's certain," affirmed Tom Reade.
The cook shack went up to a pitched roof.

Up under the roof some brackets had been made fast to the rafters.

These brackets held a quantity of rough boards that looked as though they had been stored up there, years ago, to season indoors.

Now, a rope hung down from this artificial garret.
"Let's see what we can find up there," suggested Dick.