“You see,” Jimmie said with a chuckle as Carl came up, “that we can’t visit any part of the world, in the air or underground, that doesn’t yield an adventure. Look what I found here!”
“What is it?” asked Carl, bending forward.
“Chinaman!” was the short answer.
The boys stood looking into each other’s faces with wondering glances for a moment, and then Ben bent closer over the figure lying on the stone floor.
“He’s still alive!” he said, in a moment.
“And tied up like a chicken!” Jimmie added, pointing to the cords which bound the Chinaman’s wrists and ankles.
“Any old time we don’t go and find some one tied up!” Carl laughed.
“Where did you find him, Jimmie?” asked Carl.
“Wait a moment, boys!” Ben advised. “We’d better get back to the machines before listening to any long stories.”
“And I was just thinking,” Jimmie cut in, “that I haven’t had any supper! I’m just about starved to death!”