"Was you below here a while ago, shoutin'?" asked Ike Furner, without answering the last question.
"Yes."
"Well, he went off to meet you."
"To meet us!" exclaimed Dick. "Which way did he go?"
"Same way you came."
"But we didn't meet him," cried Sam and Dick, in a breath.
"I dunno nuthin' about that, stranger. When my partner heard you a-callin' an' heard that queer whistle you gave he got all excited, an' said he must see who it was. I told him he'd better wait till you came along, but he wouldn't do it—said he couldn't—that he had remembered somethin' an' he was afraid he was goin' to forgit it ag'in."
"Poor Tom! That whistle must have made him remember who he was!" said Sam. He turned to his brother. "Where can he be now? Oh, Dick, do you remember that strange noise——"
"Yes! yes! If he had a tumble——" Dick could not finish.
"We'd better search into this," came promptly from Jack Wumble. He held out the pipe he had picked up. "Is this yours?" he asked, of the other man.