“I’m a fair judge of cars,” Abington remarked. “It will be all right, Bill.”
“Yeah. And when we come back in here with a fresh outfit, professor, we better bring along a couple of good muckers and some powder. I believe I can maybe locate the hole into that cave, if I can take my time and have some help. Or maybe we can find another way in there. We sure oughta come fixed to spend the whole winter in here. I found a lot more carvings than I’d ever saw before.”
Abington laughed to himself, and clapped a hand down on Bill’s shoulder. “Bill, my lad, that’s the true scientific spirit! You’ll be an Adam chaser as long as you live, now you’ve started.”
“Yeah,” said Bill, staring around him at the encircling red hills. “They’re in here somewhere, professor. Eight feet tall and big accordin’. No foolin’. I seen ’em myself. Well, let’s bury the dead and get ready and beat it. We want to get back in here while the good weather holds.”