"I tell you they got away, slick and clean!" the Englishman said, as
Sandy listened.
A mumbling of native talk, and then another sentence:
"And some one will be here directly."
Jack, who had heard the words, turned to Frank with a grin.
"Is that a promise or a threat?" he asked.
"I think our friends are coming," Frank replied.
"They can never find us in this hole," Jack complained. "Suppose we make a little noise?"
"If they are headed this way, they know where we are," Frank said, "and it seems as if we ought to wait for them.".
"I'll starve!" muttered Jack. "I could eat a fried telegraph pole, and like it!"
"I eat since yesterday only plue sky!" Hans contributed. "My pelly makes argument mit my konscience! But?"