“There will not be any chance of his getting word to those other fellows, will there?” Scott asked anxiously.
“No, I think not. I impressed it on the warden pretty hard that he was not to be allowed to communicate with any one in any way. I hinted that Uncle Sam was very much interested in his guest’s welfare and he seemed to take it very seriously.”
“Wouldn’t it be a good idea to go down there on the train this afternoon so that we would be on the ground early in the morning?” Scott asked. He was anxious to be doing something now that he was awake.
“I thought of that,” Mr. Graham said, “but I do not want to take the chance. They might have some spies out who would take them the news and we would find the nest empty when we got there. I am not afraid of their running away so soon as this. You said they were planning on lying low there for a couple of weeks. They did not get there till yesterday afternoon, and they would hardly be getting nervous so early. Just how far is that cabin from the railroad station?”
“Must be about seven or eight miles, isn’t it, Murphy?”
“About that, I should say. I hope our swiping that boat did not scare them out.”
“By the way, what did you do with that boat?”
“Left it on the edge of the swamp where we landed.”
“Well, it may make them suspicious, and it may possibly have been the only boat they had, but I do not think so. If they were long-headed enough to rig up that cabin in the swamp against a possible emergency like this I think they probably arranged some pretty sure way of getting to it and the loss of a boat would not be likely to stop them.”
“They had some boats over in the canal,” Scott said, “because I saw them there. They could carry them over there if they had to.”