He turned away. The Hardy boys sighed with relief.
"I guess he's waitin' for a report," observed a voice, as the men began to move off. Their footsteps sounded sharp and clear on the rocks.
The sounds died away.
Complete silence prevailed. Not even a murmur broke the stillness. The lads remained quiet in the darkness of their hiding place.
Finally Frank stirred.
"They've gone," he whispered.
"What shall we do now?" asked Joe.
"Let's get out of here first. They may come back at any minute."
Frank raised the lid cautiously. The blackness without was as utter and complete as the darkness within. He could see nothing.
He listened for a moment, thinking possibly some of the gang had remained behind, but he heard nothing. Quickly, he got out of the locker and leaped to the ground. Joe followed. They closed the lid.