“My sentiments exactly,” Chester agreed. “But what?”
“Well, I don’t know exactly. We shall have to figure out something.”
There was a long silence, which was finally broken by Chester.
“There is but one way I can think of,” he said.
“What is that?” demanded Hal.
“Well, suppose we make a dash out of this end, shooting as we go. Those guarding the other end will naturally think we are trying to escape, and will come to the aid of their companions. Then we can run back into the cave, crawl through as rapidly as possible and make a run for it out the other end.”
Hal was somewhat dubious of this plan, but after some further talk, in which neither was able to hit upon a better one, the boys finally decided to act upon Chester’s suggestion.
Accordingly, with drawn revolvers, they slowly made their way to the entrance of the cave, and Chester peered out cautiously.
“No one in sight,” he whispered to his friend. “Perhaps they have gone.”
“Be very careful,” cautioned Hal. “They are likely to be lurking around here some place.”