“You’ll find out when you get to the top of the summit,” replied the other. “You’ll find friends up there!”
“This comes out of a dream-book, all right!” Jimmie declared.
“Say,” Carl exclaimed, “can’t we go back into the cavern and get our automatics? They’re perfectly good guns!”
“I’ve got your guns, boys!” said the prisoner. “I thought I might get a chance to use them, but it seems I didn’t. I didn’t expect to meet Dick Sherman in this neck of the woods.”
“Dick Sherman?” repeated Jimmie.
“Is that the Canadian revenue officer we’ve heard so much about?” asked Carl. “I wouldn’t mind meeting Dick Sherman.”
“Well, there he is!” snarled the prisoner pointing to the man who had spoken to the boys before, the man who had so used his imagination at the camp sometime before!
The party toiled on up the gully until they reached the snowy summit. Off to the east they saw the great planes of the Ann tilting in the morning sunlight. Just beyond her, and veering to the south, raced the Louise. While the three men started down the declivity with their prisoner the boys stood at the cold summit and watched the two machines.
“That’s a race all right!” Jimmie exclaimed.
“Of course!” answered Carl. “Ben is chasing up the fellow who stole the Louise. I’d just like to know how the kid got wise to the fact that we needed help, and how these three men happened to come here just in the nick of time.”