“Willie’s signal!” Mr. Livingston exclaimed. “Take cover!”
Grabbing up his clothes and the vine rope, Jack followed the others into the shelter they had selected for their hide-out.
“Where’s Willie?” he worried.
Before the group could settle itself, the other Scout came bounding into view. He slid down behind the rocks, breathless from running.
“The natives are heading this way!” he announced.
“You weren’t seen going through the tunnel?” Ken demanded.
“I don’t think so, but I’m not sure.”
“What’s bringing those Indians back here now?” War asked irritably. “Why don’t they stay in their village where they belong?”
“Quiet!” Jack warned him. “If we’re caught, it won’t be funny.”
The Scouts did not have long to wait. A swarm of natives came through the tunnel, reforming at the exit in a procession.