“Didn’t we see his machine staggering over the summit some time ago?” demanded Jimmie. “You know we did.”
“But that was a long ways from here,” Kit advised.
“Oh, what’s the use?” exclaimed Jimmie. “His machine fluttered down into some hole not far away from here, and he saw our fire and came forward to get something to eat.”
“I half believe you’re right,” Kit admitted.
“Of course, I’m right!” insisted Jimmie. “The blond brute is the only aviator in this section that I know of who would have taken the outlaws away. That’s the duck, all right.”
“Then we lose?” asked Kit.
“We lose if the outlaws are sharp enough to get away before morning,” Jimmie went on. “They certainly know now what we’re here for.”
“Yes, and the information we’ve been trying to keep from them all this time is now in their possession,” added Jimmie in a disgusted tone.
“It’s a good thing they didn’t have it before they left us asleep in the shelter tent,” Kit suggested.
“Why do you say that?” asked Jimmie.