"Come, don't stand here all night talking with the little guttersnipes!" exclaimed Cameron's companion. "We've got work to do!"
"March along, then, boys!" Cameron ordered.
The lads were now pushed forward into a cavern which opened on the shelf of rock where they had been taken prisoners. The opening in the mountain side seemed to be of considerable size, for the boys passed from an outer chamber of fair dimensions to two smaller ones further in.
In the last of these chambers, on a huddle of blankets, lay the boy for whom they had been searching.
"Is he dead?" asked Sandy.
"No such luck," snarled Cameron.
"If you'll untie my hands, I'll look after him," George said.
The bonds were cut and George bent over the still figure.
"Has he regained consciousness at all?" he asked.
Cameron turned to his companion.