“We might swim,” War proposed with a grin. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. I sure could go for a nice dip in the quarry.”
“How would you ever get out?” Jack discouraged him. “Those rock walls are sheer.”
“I’ve been looking it over. A long rock shelf runs along one side. I made a rope out of vines, and you guys can haul me up after I’ve had my swim.”
“You think of everything, don’t you!” Jack exclaimed. “What if the rope should break?”
“It won’t. I made it strong.”
“Let’s see that rope,” Jack demanded.
He tested it, grudgingly admitting that War had done a good job.
“A swim is pretty risky,” he said weakening. “What if the natives should decide to pop up here while you’re taking your dip?”
“We can post a guard to watch the tunnel. What d’you say?”
“I wouldn’t mind a swim myself,” Jack admitted, sorely tempted. “What do you think, Hap?”