“I knew you could do it!” he shouted, still in a faint voice. “I knew you would find a way.”
“You bet we’ll find a way!” Jack answered. “We’ve been in worse holes than this and always got out!”
“Now you’ve said something!” Frank declared.
The boys watched the running water, every moment gaining in force, for a long time, and then, just as the last rays of the sun touched the snowy mantle of the mountain, the water passed below the level of a large opening and they saw it drying out.
“That’s what Grant did at Vicksburg,” Frank laughed. “When he found the water occupying the channel he wanted to use himself, he just turned it to one side.”
“That’s exactly what we’ve done here,” Jack agreed, “but now that we have turned it aside, there’s a question as to whether we can make the same use of the channel.”
“The only way to find out is to go to it,” Frank advised. “Did those ginks take away your searchlight?”
“They did not,” was the reply. “They took away my revolver and looked at the searchlight, but the latter they passed back to me because it seemed to be worthless as a weapon and bulky to carry.”
“I’ve got mine, too,” Frank said, “if it isn’t smashed.”
The boys examined their electrics with great care, and, to their great satisfaction, found that they were still fit for use.