"I wondered how yon would hide," he said. "I couldn't trunk what you would do! Oh, Andy, I'm glad you're safe."
"Well, Tom, the next thing to do is to rescue you" said Andy. "I'm wondering if we can use this hole. What's it like at your end?"
"Rather small," said Tom. "I couldn't get up ft unless I could make it larger. What's it like at your end?"
"I can easily make it as large as I like by- scraping at it," said Andy. "Can you make your end large, too, do you think?"
Tom scraped at it with his hands. He could easily scrape the wall away, but not the roof. "I might perhaps be able to," he said. "But I'd want something to do it with—I've nothing but my hands."
"I've nothing but my hands either," said Andy, "and they are bleeding already from scraping at the soil. Listen, Tom—I shall go back to the girls soon, when the rocks are uncovered, but I can't wait till night. I must go now whilst the tide is low. So I want you to call to the sentry and pretend that you want his help in undoing a tin of food or something. See? Then whilst he is in the cave with you, I'll creep over the rocks safely without being seen, and get back."
"All right," said Tom. "What will you do then?"
"I'll collect something for us to work at the soil with," said Andy. "And I'll bring it back to-night. Then maybe we can make the hole large enough for you to crawl up. I don't think it's more than about six feet long. Now, wait to hear my seagull call, Tom—then yell for the sentry, and I'll make a dash for the rocks as soon as I see him go into the cave."
Everything worked well. When Tom heard Andy's seagull cry he shouted for the sentry, and the man went into the cave to see what was the matter.
He found that Tom had got a large tin of tongue, and seemed to have lost the tin-opener, The sentry hadn't one either, and he spent a very long time trying to open the tin with his pocket-knife. He ended in cutting his thumb very badly, and Tom produced a handkerchief and spent a long time binding up the man's thumb, glad to keep him in the cave so long.