"All right. You go ahead," said Jack. "I'll form a rear guard–d'ye see? Then you can't be surprised."
"That's a good idea," said Harry. "There, see that big tree, that blasted one over there? I marked that. The cache is in a straight line, almost, from that, where the ground dips a little. There's a clump of bushes."
"There's someone there, too," said Jack. "He's tugging at a cycle, as if he were trying to get ready to start it."
"That'll be Dick, then," said Harry, greatly relieved. "All right–I'll go ahead!"
He went on then, and soon he, too, saw Dick busy with the motorcycle.
"Won't he be glad to see me, though?" he thought. "Poor old Dick! I bet he's had a hard time."
Then he called, softly. And Dick turned. But–it was not Dick. It was Ernest Graves!
[CHAPTER II–AN UNEXPECTED BLOW]
For a moment it would have been hard to say which of them was more completely staggered and amazed.
"What are you doing here?" Harry gasped, finally.