"Yaw!" gurgled Hans. "Uf we had him here now he vouldn't done a thing to us!"
"I feel like crawling into a hole," growled the big Yale man.
"So do I," nodded Hodge; "but I don't know where to find a hole small enough. What fools we are!"
"Yaw!" again gurgled Hans. "Vot fools you vos!"
"But I'm hanged if I can understand it," said Bruce. "How did he do it? That is what I want to know."
"He was within reach at one moment and gone the next."
"Let's search again."
They did so, but the time was spent in vain. They were close to the rocks which rose above the ground in the vicinity of the quarry, but it seemed an utter impossibility for anyone to hide amid those rocks.
They decided to remain in the vicinity and watch for Mr. Cooler, thinking he was in a place of hiding near at hand, and he would be forced to show himself sooner or
later. Having decided on this, they scattered somewhat, but were within call of each other. Then they settled down to watch for the man in gray.