“He wandered away, of course!” Carl said.
“He must have done so,” was the puzzled reply.
“Because,” Carl went on, “there was no one here to lug him off.”
“That’s the supposition!” replied Ben anxiously.
“But why should the little customer sneak off without saying a word to us?” demanded Carl. “That isn’t at all like him!”
“Perhaps he saw Jimmie’s light in the cavern and went in there,” suggested Ben. “He’s an inquisitive little chap.”
The boys went to the western extremity of the canyon and looked down an almost perpendicular wall, nearly a thousand feet in height, to the surging waters of the Pacific ocean. They looked up the vertical walls to the summits outlined against the stars. They threw their lights over the crags at the head of the canyon.
“He’s still in here somewhere!” Ben asserted. “I don’t believe any one could get out without using a flying machine!”
“Of course, he’s here!” Carl answered.
The boys walked closer to the face of the crag and turned their lights on the broken walls.