"Why hasn't he talked to us to-day or to-night? We've been in the house constantly. You said we must lay low."
"I know all that, Bruce. The way I figure it is this. The Shadow knows exactly where we are. He's on his way here himself. There's no need for communication with headquarters. Last night's instructions were final. I radioed that we had found the meeting place. I explained its location. There's no reason why we should have been molested."
"Maybe we should have hung around the cabin this evening," suggested Bruce.
"No," replied Harry, "that might have been a tipoff. There's just one thing to do now. The time has come."
Harry picked up his revolver from the table; the flashlight was already in his pocket. Bruce went upstairs, where he had left his gun.
They walked through the woods until they saw the gleam of light from the cabin. Bruce had made one trip that far earlier in the evening, and had reported the light. Now they took a path that led to the right of the house.
"Perhaps we ought to go down and watch the bus arrive," said Bruce. "Then we'll be sure our man is here."
"It's too far to the pike," objected Harry. "More than a half mile away from the path between Ridge Road and the cabin."
"We can follow the man up here."
"Yes, but we can't watch the cabin at the same time. Our instructions are to watch the meeting place."