“Also we know where they made their bombs,” said Jack.
“But we don’t know where they will make them in future,” said Frank.
“Well, what about staying here?” asked the lieutenant.
“We are doubtless as safe here as anywhere,” Jack suggested.
“Of course I want to stay here,” the irrepressible Jimmie put in. “I haven’t got on speakin’ terms with the scenery yet.”
“There may be another bomb under the house this minute,” Frank said, starting up from his chair. “The place has been alone all day.”
The boys swarmed out of the porch like a colony of bees looking for a new home, and while some crawled under the floor of the cottage, others penetrated the jungle for some distance in every direction. There were no suspicious objects under the floor, and the jungle seemed to present a peaceful attitude.
“What about having the old temple and the deserted house watched for a time?” asked Jack, as all returned to the porch.
“What do you think of that, Ned?” asked the lieutenant.
“If they are watched at all,” was the reply, “it is my idea that the work should be done very secretly, and no arrests made there.”