“I do,” says Mr. Dunn in a sad kind of voice.
“Huh,” says Catty, “the worst that can happen will be to tear your pants. Let’s move.”
“They’re still digging—by lantern light,” says Mr. House.
“They’ve got no time to lose,” says Catty. “They’ve got to find that treasure and get away before people begin to ask questions. You can bet they won’t waste a minute.”
“They’ll waste a lot more than that before I’m through with them,” says Mr. Dunn.
“You keep your mind on escaping,” says Catty. “That’s our business now. If those men catch us it won’t be they who lose time. I haven’t any hankering to be tied up to a tent pole again. And you can bet the next time they tie us, it won’t be so we can get away.”
“And,” says I, “that guard is about due to step into the tent to see if we’re all right.”
“Hurry,” says Mr. Dunn.
“We’ve got to go slow and cautious,” says Catty. “Keep hold of my hand, and come on. The wire ought to be right in front of us.”
“And to think,” says Mr. House, “all this has happened because those men got the treasure idea into their heads.”