"They backed down. Got scared and beat it."
"That's the way to talk to them," approved the man called Dan. "Scare the daylights out of them."
"Speakin' of daylight—it'll be daylight before you reach Atlantic City with that car if you don't hurry up."
"All right. All right. I'll start movin'," Dan growled.
"You might as well take some of that junk we got from the Importing Company's truck, and ask Clancy to sell it for us. And don't you forget to collect the money from him for the last car we turned over to him."
"I won't forget. Some of you guys had better come along and load a couple of those boxes for me."
There was a heavy tramping of feet, that indicated the men were leaving the cave. The Hardy boys could hear their receding footsteps and the diminishing voices. Finally the cave was in silence.
Frank peeped out of the tunnel.
"They've gone," he whispered.
"Are you going in?" questioned Joe.