“O. K.,” Harry said. “Let’s divide our forces, one going to the right and the other to the left.”
Jerry, as though it were the natural thing to do, said to Etta, “Shall we go this way?”
Mary turned and started in the opposite direction. Harry was quick to follow her. Dora and Dick remained standing directly under the rock house. Dora said, “I’m puzzled! Not about the secret entrance but about Mary and Jerry.”
“Oh, that’ll come out all right.” It was plain that Dick wasn’t giving romance much thought, for he added, “I’m going in between the main cliff and this broken off piece.”
Dora, going to his side, peered into the crack. The winds of many years had blown sand into it. She was surprised to see Dick start pulling the sand away from the wall.
“Have you a hunch?” she asked with interest.
“No, not really,” he told her. Then remarked, “Wish I had a shovel.”
“You may have one,” Dora said, “if you want to go back to the road. I saw a shovel and an axe fastened under the Deputy Sheriff’s car.”
Jerry and Etta, having found nothing, were returning.
“What are you uncovering, Dick?” the cowboy called.