Slowly Chester crawled away. Reaching the opposite end of the cave, he cautiously poked his head out and looked around. In the dim light he could see no one. But he was afraid to call out to Hal—his voice might be overheard—so he took his tedious way back to where he had left his friend.
“All O. K.,” he whispered.
“Good,” said Hal. “Let’s get out of here, then.”
They crawled back along the dark passageway as rapidly as the darkness and the condition of the ground would permit, but before leaving their place of refuge, Chester thought it advisable to peep out once more.
And it was well that he did so. For, standing almost at the entrance of the cave three figures loomed up against the sky. Quickly Chester drew back in again.
“Three of ’em out there,” he informed Hal briefly. “What are we going to do now?”
“You’ve got me,” replied Hal. “Can’t you pick ’em off with your gun?”
“Oh, I can pick a couple of ’em off, all right. But what then? We would probably have a whole brigade upon us in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”
“I guess you are right,” Hal agreed. “But we have got to do something.”