"Sure. There's no one around."
He stepped out onto the rocky floor, with Joe at his heels.
The cave was not as large as the one in which the cars were stored, but from the boxes scattered around and from a litter of empty cigarette packages, burnt matches, old clothes, and other things lying about, it was clearly the meeting place of the gang.
"Well, we've found the auto thieves, all right. The next thing is to trap them."
"We can't do it alone, that's certain," said Joe. "I think we ought to get out of here as quickly as we can."
"There's probably only one opening to this place," answered Frank, flashing the light about the walls.
It fell on a dark opening through which the thieves had departed. There was no other passage apparent, beyond the one through which the boys had entered.
"Not much use going after them. They're probably all out in the cave where the cars are kept," remarked Joe.
"We'll just have to watch our chance."
"Let's take a look around here," remarked Frank, after a minute of silence.