"Then he is bound for the caves, beyond a doubt."
"True; but he hadn't any rope with him before, so I don't think he has discovered anything yet. More than likely he found out that he couldn't get to where he wanted to go without a rope."
"If dey is comin' over de bridge dey will see dat smoke," put in Danny, as he pointed to the fire—which was now burning low, but still throwing off considerable smoke.
Without delay Bob ran to the fire and kicked it out. But the mischief had already been done, and soon they heard Farvel and the two negroes coming toward them.
Their first impulse was to hide; their second, to stay where they were. "We have done nothing wrong—he can't harm us," said Dick.
"Hullo, my Irish boy!" sung out Farvel, as he caught sight of Danny. "What are you doing here?"
"Sure an' we're restin'," replied Danny, coolly. "How are ye afther feelin' now?"
"Oh, I'm first-rate again." Farvel looked at Dick and Bob. "Did you belong to that party I met this morning?"
"We did."
"I didn't see you."