The man seemed inclined to consider this statement, but in a moment the two figures who had been seen before the fire came into the cavern on a run. They conferred with the big fellow for a few moments and then went out.
“Now, boys,” said the man, who appeared to be custodian of the cavern, “there’s trouble outside, and we’ve got to take you into the other arm of the cavern and make sure that you don’t get away from us.”
“I don’t know who could be making you trouble,” Jimmie retorted. “You mounted police fellows seem to have everything your own way up in this country. Only,” he went on with a whimsical smile, “I never knew that mounted policemen stood guard over caves full of smuggled whiskey.”
“That story about being mounted policemen did sound rather thin, didn’t it?” asked the fellow.
“It was too thin for us to take stock in,” replied Carl.
“Well, come on, boys!” the captor said. “We may as well be moving back to your private suite. You’ll be well taken care of for the next few days. You fed me well and I’ll feed you well!”
“Are our friends outside?” asked Jimmie.
“That’s just it!” cried Carl. “I thought a short time ago that I heard the motors of the Ann.”
“The sparking you heard probably came from the Louise,” suggested the man. “All motors sing the same song.”
“Not much!” exclaimed Carl. “I can recognize the song of the Ann as far as I can hear it!”