“Yes, but what for?”
“To prevent anyone from using it again as those smugglers did.”
“But the rear exit of the cave will be available,” asserted Wallace.
“You boys stuffed it up, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but somebody is liable to find it.”
“They’ll have a hard time finding it.”
Jack asked, “It would be all right if we used the cave occasionally—that is, using the rear exit, and closing it up when we left, would that be all right?”
Tom Woods smiled. “As a matter of fact,” he drawled, “I had that in mind when I decided to close up the front entrance to the cave. Otherwise I would blow up the whole thing.”
Just then there was an explosion and the front part of the cave fell in. The boys sighed and walked to the plane. They all climbed in and William took the pilot’s seat. The agent relaxed in his seat and said casually, “Now show me what a good pilot you are, William.”
The motor roared. William taxied the plane across and then lifted it off the ground. Tom Woods leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes; a deep sigh escaped from between his lips and he relaxed utterly, all the tenseness and anxiety of these last days leaving him.